An interesting thing has been happening in Raehanville. The sun has been setting, and that sun just might be me.

“What does it feel like being loved like that?” my husband used to ask me good-naturedly, as my two girls clung to me and even my dog stared at me as if I were the love of her life. And I knew what he meant. It really was like I was a big Sun being orbited by these other beings in my family.

And how did it feel? Well, it felt hot. And overwhelmingly heavy sometimes. And uncomfortably, sweating-of-the-brow type blissful. Or sometimes, not uncomfortable, but perfectly blissful, sweat and all.

But things are changing here, as I’ve said. I don’t know quite know how to describe it other than to say my girls are becoming healthy, confident, independent creatures.

And I am no longer the sun.

I’m not sure what I am, really. Maybe a big Jupiter, and all in my family are gravitating around each other now, rather than exclusively around me.

And it is good. And beautiful really.

This is all so vague, I know.

You’ll have to just trust me on this one. Until I’ve accepted it all, this seems to be all I know how to say.

Right now this sun is just a teeny bit, whole-lot-of sad. But I don’t want to admit it. That’s why I can’t seem to write about the details.

Yet.

But they will come.

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To answer your questions, dear readers:

Mistress Mary asked, “Did you miss us?”
Why do you think i was lurking around your sites the whole week? Yes!

Mrs. Darling asked “I want the post of everything you accomplished. And at the same time tell us how it felt to be an “unblogger”. Were you tempted to write or were you relieved you didn’t have to blog?”
List of acomplishments: Basically I accomplished a 90% complete decluttering of my house, including playroom, all closets, and office. Good Will made out like bandits and the garbage pick-up folks have their work cut out for them. I also read a lot for my course. Filed everything in my office. Learned how to use iCal on my mac and entered all upcoming events on it. You get the picture. Was I tempted to blog? I was not tempted to post until the very end, and by then I had gotten out of the practice of writing and it was/is hard to get going again. As you can see.

Hoss asked, “You call that a hiatus?”
Well, Hoss, I never called my break a hiatus, but if a hiatus is supposed to be 20 times longer than the break I took then we all better start banging on Bonnie’s door and telling her to take a break instead of a hiatus.