Mystery thing

Satu has a project. This is not unusual, she is usually in the process of becoming an expert on something new and creating wonderful things in our lives. She knows a lot about cigars, magic playing cards and coins among other interests that pop up daily. But right now she is full steam creating a present for me. I am excited beyond belief. It reminds me a lot of when I was a kid and I would stay up all night with my sister on Christmas eve, except Christmas eve is lasting forever and the suspense is just continuing to build.

Two nights ago, Satu thankfully was willing to answer some questions so that I could relieve some of this excitement by having a few hints about the mystery thing. She told me that she was just going to say yes to everything. I realize that this means that all the answers were meaningless, but still I FEEL like I now know some things.
Here is what I know based on the questions that I got right.
There is an involvement of glitter.
It is the size of yellow and also half the size of yellow and much smaller.
It is made of cloth, at least partially.
It is also made of paper, at least partially.
There is string, glue, paint, markers, printed things and cardboard letters.
It can be hung on the wall or from the ceiling.
It is a book.
It can fit on a bookshelf.
You can wear it.
One person can hold it in one hand or two, or two people can hold it with three hands. Mutants can also hold it with three hands.
It is portable.
If I saw it in the world, I would know what to call it.
It has a category.
It has something to do with ship flags.
It involves very tiny pixels.
It is a candle.
I want it. I inspired it.
It is everything.
It could be eaten.
It is VERY, VERY exciting.

Later when I have it either on my wall or I am wearing it or holding it with my three hands, I will post a picture of it and compare all of the things that I know about it with its real world self.

The gigantic 1%

I am not a careless person, but it is true that I don't notice much of my surroundings. I do one thing at a time, and that means that I only notice and think about one thing at a time. This is one of the things that makes me a good girlfriend and one of the things that makes me a bad girlfriend.
I only have room in my imagination to envision my life with Satu. None of the other fish in the sea matter at all. In fact, if Satu hadn't told me there was a sea, I probably would have forgotten.
Up side: Loyalty.
Down side: I only see about 1% of what goes on in my surroundings, and Satu is responsible for almost everything in my surroundings.
There are days when she has to take me by the hand and re-introduce me to the house I live in. Every few weeks I will notice something that I have seen for seven years and think that it is a new thing in our lives.
I say all of this because when I say that Satu has been busy, what I know about is probably only the tip of the iceberg. I am a hard person to live with. I don't close things, I don't notice when my shoes leak mud onto the floor and I usually just put things wherever I am when I happen to need a free hand for something else. Satu deals with all this and continuously pulls our home back from the event horizon that surrounds me.
Today, as I was burning up my brain cells on school work, Satu was getting the house ready for company (see exhibit 1.)

Exibit 1: Perfect hairball found at the event horizon
During the week Satu usually waits up for me and still gets up to feed our battle ax of a cat several times a night. She takes the recycling, picks up groceries and makes sure the dogs get out. When they get frozen paw syndrome and can't move anymore, she carries them back inside. She shovels snow like it is her superpower (see exhibit 2.)

Exhibit 2: snow ninja

Yesterday when I came home from work, Satu was so tired from shoveling that she just sat down in the road to let me into the driveway. I think that this may have been due less to the shoveling and more to the weight of clothing that she was wearing. Later in the evening when she peeled off the layers, the pile of clothes was bigger than she was. She is the most determined person that I know. Satu works beyond her abilities almost every day. She told me that in college she hurt her arms to the point where she had to use both hands to write. Did she ever consider not writing? Nope. Did she ever consider saying that she just couldn't finish the project? Nope, not her. Did she even slow down? Nope, she just used the power of pain to accelerate. 

I sometimes say that Satu has the heart of a lion, but in truth, the king of beasts bows to her quiet strength, I see it, and I only know about 1% of the story. 

What I look forward to

I got this picture from my lady earlier today

I love it not only because I love my two little idiot dogs, but because they are doing the thing that I want to be doing with Satu. They are just being,with no self awareness, close to each other and in exactly the right place. Home. I love going out and seeing the world, but what I really miss when I am gone are the quiet, easy times that we can have in our own home. 

I remember those times in my young life when I would stay up late with friends and talk all night. It is when you start to feel that the world is so much bigger than you are and the possibilities are endless, but you have this secret little place in time and space. Those times were exciting and hard to come by and eventually those people who shared that momentary perspective with you fade out of your life.

With Satu, I have that feeling anew every day. When I look at her, I feel like we are sharing some secret life that only we know about. She knows me in those moments like no one else in the world. We could be doing something that would seem ordinary to any other person, but somehow I feel so connected that I imagine us at the edge of this infinite and wonderful life together looking at things that no one else could see in the same way.

I don't honestly know if she ever gets the same feeling, but I feel it in my chest. It's physical, but it is unlike any other sensation I have ever had. When her eyes meet mine, worlds open. It almost hurts to feel everything passing through your chest, like you are disappearing into that one moment and your body is dissolving from the center. 

I am completely invested in this world. I follow that feeling because it is what I care about more than anything else in life. I know that other people love, in fact, I think that is the point of being human. But it still somehow feels impossible that anyone could have ever felt this before. It seems against all odds that we could have these moments together in such a random, stormy, confusing world full of people, And still, here we are, together, in the only real place in the world.

Valentines day and missing each other again

It is kind of understood at this point that Satu and I will be apart on Valentines day. In years past I have usually been TDY or deployed to somewhere incredibly unromantic. This year, however, I am with my mom, dad and sister because my mom's birthday was three days ago. Thankfully we are the kind of people who find romance in every day.
What is romance in our life?
1. It is the sense of humor with which Satu approaches everything. The playfulness and joy that she can create just by knowing when to be a little silly. Every once in a while I will be sitting in the living room doing some of my never ending homework and she will trot past the door with a surprised look on her face. Pause, she floats backwards as if some other force is acting on her. It is really fun to watch the simple little show she is putting on just by appearing and disappearing in my field of view.
2. Satu makes fire. I smother fire, even though there is nothing cozier to me than a roaring fireplace, the amber glow of candles and the earthy, woodsey smell of good incense. That is why if I have had  a hard day at work I can usually count on her to have a cozy room ready and a warm cup of tea.
3. Soft touches with the perfect weight. Never in my life has anyone touched me so carefully and comfortably. When she puts her hand on my leg or shoulder while we are winding down for bed, I feel instantly loved. She has the perfect touch.
4. The right words at the right time. Satu knows people better than anyone I have ever met, but she knows me better than I know myself. If I feel worried, she knows how to get me relaxed and out of my head. Sometimes she just finds the right princess movie to lighten things up. Sometimes she reads me fan fiction and we laugh over the childish daydreams and bad grammar.
5. The little big things. She makes coffee ahead of time. She wakes up in the middle of the night to feed the cat, both because she loves the cat and because she doesn't want me to have to do it. She turns off all of the lights that I leave on and has never broken up with me over it. She is free with her laughter, but spares the judgement always. She can play the clown when we both need a laugh. When I feel alone, she calls me honey bunny and it makes me explode with happiness. She sends me pictures of the family when I am working so that I can feel connected to home. It makes me feel less lost in the world.
So romance is a part of every day of our lives. It isn't about perfume, chocolate or glasses of wine, it is about being truly happy sharing the regular parts of our lives together. There is no other person in the world that I would rather spend those moments with. Our romance moments are everyday moments. Sure, I wish we could be together this Valentine's day, but it will still be Valentine's day when she puts her arms around me and welcomes me home.

Youtube is a mood altering drug

Yesterday I had to work late. Probably you have no idea how many nut channels a downstream fan case has or how long it takes to check the running torque of them all, but I can tell you that it is more than you think. It takes longer than you think and it took me longer than I thought. It is pretty typical for me to mis-underestimate the timeline for everything that I do. That is because when I am doing something, that is the only thing in my brain, so it seems like time doesn't matter.
Time does matter.
Time matters to Satu who looks forward to our time to reconnect on Saturday nights. This is usually our watch dumb TV, eat take out Indian food and laugh until we have to hold eachother's sides. But not last night. Last night when I finally dragged my ass home at 9pm empty handed, the mood was officially dead. The fire had burned out and so had the candles that she had lit 3 hours earlier when I was supposed to be home. In fact, the only thing smoldering when I got home was her temper.
We ate pizza in near silence and as a token of forgiveness she brought me a dove chocolate which made me feel hopeful, but it was still to early to get over my hugely disappointing tardiness.
It wasn't until we were curled up in bed that I remembered what an instantaneously happy thing it could be to pull up some youtube videos and just laugh together.
Yep, that did the trick. Thank god for short legged Japanese cats and dogs swimming in the air. Youtube saved the night and we curled up holding eachother's sides.

The droids are back!!!!

And they are up to their old tricks.

I am pleased to report that the droids, who must have been scared into hiding by the move have finally come out and started to explore their world.
They were inspired by a little heart picture I drew on my hand. I guess they wanted to have their own heart and were willing to try to take one from our kitchen statue which we have named toxic clocks-a-lot.

It seems that they underestimated toxic clocks-a-lot and didn't make much of a plan. Consequently...

He guards his heart like my sweet girlfriend guards my tender heart. 

Fortunately, these mischievous little fellows never let their spirits fall. The very next day Satu found them trying to shave our cat!

When Satu interrupted the ambush they tried to make a quick get away. I guess they thought that she was upset about the razor, not the cat because they tried to return it hastily.     

               

Then they tucked themselves away in their cozy hiding place. I can't wait until they come back out to make another ruckus. I love them sooooo much and I am really glad they have come back out. 

Ebola pantry, rape whistles and foggy glasses

As with any close family, Satu and I are building that kind of history that leads to new language and quirks. Outsiders would most likely turn this show off in a few minutes, but to us we are a hilarious sitcom. We now have an Ebola pantry in the basement because I am scared of illness and the recent Ebola outbreak, no matter how distant flips my shit from time to time. Satu stocked away some dry goods so that while the rest of the world is living out scenes from "The Stand" we can eat oreos and cous cous. Whenever we run out of some staple, it can now be found in the ebola pantry.

Last night while we were in the Barnes ad Noble, we saw that among their Christmas gift offerings was a genuine US Army survival kit. It included a cheap compass, canteen, some manner of handbook (probably titled hooah) and some other child sized military nick knacks. I remarked that there was no Marine Corps survival kit which I am sure simply contains a flask and a rape whistle. The rape whistle of course doesn't work, when you blow into it it just titters yoo-hoo. Clearly there is not much funnier than an off color rape joke, especially if it has some background in your bitter military experience. We have been giggling and shouting yoo hoo at each other all night.

Then there is this little off hand comment that struck me so funny I had to kneel down on the sidewalk. Satu and I were out walking out dogs one evening she was wearing a cute little hat and her usual petite, well cut jacket and I was wearing a stocking cap with a little ball on the top. Gosh she says, I hope we don't seem like thugs, do we look like trouble? No, I assured her that we were probably not going to be targets for a drive by while we are out walking two fat dogs. "Well", she said "I sure hope I don't have to cut a bitch because my glasses are all fogged." This is probably the funniest thing I have ever heard her say. I giggle about it all the time partly because she is such a tiny, proper sweet little thing, and partly because I know that absolutely, without a doubt she will cut a bitch if she has to.