What means the most to me?
As you might guess from the title of this blog entry I’m a little down today. I worked the dinner shift last night, got stuck in traffic then was home late with Sheldon waiting at my door. Apparently after Amy had dropped him off today he found something huge and crawling in the living room. I went for a look and found a huge Japanese beetle sitting rather comfortably in Sheldon’s spot on the couch. At first I was going to just squish it with my shoe. My memory suddenly filled with the last time something happened to that particular cushion so I stopped. I went to my place then emptied a pickle jar into a bowl then went back and caught it in that. A few holes in the top and I now have a pet beetle that is really beautifully colored and really large. Sheldon though paranoid is at home now but the downside of all this is I missed my Skype session with Leonard. So now I have to get up early if I want to see him.
That leads me to the current moment in time. I’m writing in my blog, eating pickles and listening to Colbie Caillet, thus the title of my blog entry from Colbie’s song of the same name. Should I really think about what means the most to me? I would start with all my dear friends, without them I’m not sure how I would get through this. Even Sheldon is comforting in some odd way maybe because it’s nice to be needed even if it’s for weird and silly stuff. I guess it’s the same with all my friends. They all need me in some way. The same with Leonard, none of our friends knew how central Leonard was to things until he was gone. It turns out Leonard was very important to our lives in different ways. In Sheldon’s case it’s rather obvious. Leonard provides companionship, a foil to his wit, not to mention transportation and certain grounding that Sheldon needs. Leonard is the provider of meals, the person who makes dinner “happen” for the gang. He gets them all together for a purpose. I miss him terribly. I just realized today that I have not made dinner at home since he’s been gone. Oh I’ve made a can of soup or salad. But it’s just not fun to cook for one. I really miss him sitting across from me pretending the food is good even when I screwed it up. So what means the most to me? Leonard of course, I miss him not being here when he stays over. Then there’s snuggling under the covers, the funny thing he does with his eyebrows when Sheldon says something outrageous. I really miss his smile. I think he has a special smile just for me at least I believe he does.
Oh I really should move on before I make myself even sadder. So Leonard if you’re reading this you now know how I feel tonight I’ll get up early and Skype in the morning. Now onto my blog followers:
Amy glad to hear the monkey bites are healing nicely. Good idea about wearing long sleeve sweaters, wow no change there, to cover them up. The one on your neck that you’re telling everyone is from your boyfriend when he got a little too excited works unless they’ve met Sheldon. Amy did you start moving some toiletries in next door like I told you? Every little bit helps.
Hi Howard. Thanks for the link to incredible new game you’ve sent me and everyone you’ve ever acquired an email for. Do you get points or something for that? I’ve sworn off online gaming and you know why. Pull your head out occasionally and pay attention to Bernadette or I see problems coming your way.
Raj. So the new girls name is Monique and she comes from online dating service that requires a credit card for a date? A couple of things come to mind. First you have more money than common sense. Second when you have to pay someone to date you and still not get lucky you may be unclear on the rules. Three she won’t dump you as long as you keep paying, good luck with that.
Chuck it’s good to hear you’re moving out of your parent’s basement “real soon now”. I’m sure it will help with your dating life. It’s also good to hear that Valerie Mossbacher is slimming down, poor cow. I don’t think flowers and chocolates are your best choice for a first date. If I recall all that’s required to get her in the sack were a bag of Skittles and a six pack. That may have changed but somehow I doubt that.
It’s getting late and I have a oh dark thirty with my sweetie on Skype.
Until the next time, I’ve got my hand around the locket on my neck. Leonard’s Spiderman shirt I stole from his room today. A belly full of pickles and half a bottle of wine I should be all set, night.
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