Pickles & Motor Oil | Post 505

Hello readers,

Among my accomplishments for which I am most proud is my ability to publish this blog consistently each week over the past...nearly ten years.

But today I’m coming here to admit that I am not doing well in the head and heart departments.

I’m not doing well.

Please don’t be worried about me. I am in no physical danger; I am just—

I’m very raw right now.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to report that the dump heap out back has been cleaned up. It took a crew nearly a full month to remove everything. So there’s progress to report.

It wasn’t Mark’s blue pickup truck I’ve been fretting over for the past few weeks.

It was all a fantasy I’d built up in my head.

Meanwhile I haven’t been out of this stuffy old trailer in the ten years since he left.

I don’t have a lot I want to say about it right now. I will be back next week, and hopefully back to my bubbly self.

I’m just—

Deep down I always thought he’d come back.

Silly me.