You know that scene at the end of the movie, Titanic (which I saw about 52 times when it was playing in the theaters... James Cameron can personally thank me for the fancy car he drives) ?
After the ship sinks, Rose is lying on a wooden head board in the icy waters. Jack is completely blue and frozen to her hand. Ice has formed under his nostrils.
The screaming has stopped. The water has stopped churning. Most of the unfortunate passengers who didn't have a spot on a life boat have frozen to death.
Rose is gazing at the stars, singing a song about a flying machine.
When suddenly that dreamy 5th Officer, Harold Lowe played by Ioan Gruffudd says he's going to go out and find any survivors. He rows the boat in the middle of the casualties and while shining his flashlight starts yelling,
"Hello out there! Can anyone hear me? Is anyone alive out there?"
I feel that way about my blog.
I'd just like to tell you that yes, I'm alive out here. Existing. Having good days and bad.
Last week wasn't the best week of my life. I'm just trying to figure out how to do this single mom stuff, taking care of things as they break... especially the electronics. (When Max is home and there is a problem, all I have to do is call for him, he comes and stands next to the appliance or electronic gadget that is currently not working and *ding* it starts working! He doesn't even have to touch it!)
I'm planning on having a better week this week. I'm clinging to the memories of the past two weekends where we were able to head to My Mountains and My National Park and enjoy the fresh air, the beautiful trees and cross-country ski in a peaceful and relaxing setting.
I live for Friday when Max will come home. And dread Sunday when he leaves.
So, yes, I'm alive!