I don’t mind being alone sometimes. To sit down under a shady tree in the backyard with a cool drink and a good book – that’s living. And sometimes I love walking alone – winter, summer, spring and fall. Every season has its own flavor and beauty and smell. Sometimes it’s easier to savor the seasons when I’m alone with the breeze and the sun and the clouds…and sometimes the snow.<\/p>\n
I don’t mind being alone. Sometimes I enjoy it. I’m not antisocial, I just like quiet and solitude – it’s good for thinking.<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I’m working I’ve wished that Darcy would quit bugging me with her incessant emails – asking me to do this or that, or if I did this or that, or why didn’t I do this or that. It’s gets to me, you know. Sometimes I wished she’d go off on elephant safari and leave me alone! But not really – you know – just thinking out loud.<\/p>\n
About 6 weeks ago, Darcy had surgery and things didn’t go as well as we had hoped. Before you start worrying, she had one of her knees fixed – not heart or brain surgery. But any kind of surgery is fertile ground for complications. To make a long story short (I know you think I’m kidding), I was running the business pretty much alone for two weeks: answering mail, filling orders, doing repair sessions, writing newsletters – keeping things up as best as I could.<\/p>\n
At first, I thought, I’d be able to do it all – piece of cake- because I’m the overconfident type. After all the ribbing I’ve given Darcy over the years, how could I possibly let her know how much she is needed around here?<\/p>\n
After about five days without her, my stomach started churning, my nerves were getting frazzled, and I had trouble sleeping. When will she be back? I would give anything to be getting emails from her asking me when I’m going to do this or that – or why I have not done this or that — or asking me why I did this or that. Or picking out the errors in the newsletters (some of them – an editor she is not, I’m sorry to say). Sometimes, she picked on me and I picked on her, but we are a team – things got done.<\/p>\n
It was just over two weeks before she returned to work. Every morning I’d get up and find that Darcy had been up an hour or more before me – my inbox was full of:<\/p>\n
Did you do this?
\nHow come you did this?
\nAre you going to do this?
\nWhat’s wrong with you?
\nWhen will you do this?
\nHow can it take you so long to do this?
\nHow could you possibly do a thing like this?
\nAre you ever going to do this?
\nWhat’s wrong with you?
\nI can’t believe you didn’t do this!
\nWhat’s wrong with you?<\/p>\n
The first day she was back, my inbox was brimming. I smiled. It’s great to have her back. And we were back to normal for about three weeks. Unfortunately, most people have two knees, and Darcy is no exception. About ten days ago she had surgery on the other knee – this was supposed to be the “easy knee” – four days or so and you’ll be back to normal said her doctor. Ha! I knew better. Now ten days later, my inbox is lonely – Darcy is still recovering.<\/p>\n
I’m going it alone again – naturally.<\/p>\n
But I must say, I talked to her yesterday and I could hear the feistiness returning to her voice. I was telling her about a computer problem I was having – and as always – it’s always my computer hardware – at least so she says. She thinks I buy off-brand computers and they’re always failing me – and “Why do I do this?”. Ha. It’s not a hardware issue and I’m using a very nice ASUS computer. But, she just likes to get under my skin – she thrives on it.<\/p>\n
Honestly, she’s a great partner and she’s the one who keeps things in order. I just thought you’d like to know what’s going on with Darcy and maybe leave her a message – I promise I’ll make sure she sees them.<\/p>\n
I am hoping she’ll be back to work next week, and you can bet she doesn’t know I’m writing this. And when she finds out she’s going to say:<\/p>\n
“What do you do stuff like this?”<\/p>\n
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