There was a lovely breeze blowing off the lake yesterday evening as I marched to the shore to further sunder ties with my Noch-Frau. I was there to rid myself of my weddings bands that had bound us together by casting them into Lake Monona.
It was a much more emotional experience than I expected as tears welled in my eyes even as I walked down Walter Street to the lake shore. When I got there I put "Squonk" by Genesis on my headphones as it was my brother's favorite song of theirs and it has a special place in my musical heart. And so my dearly missed brother, Carl, was there with me as I flung the bands into the murky waters, ending my marital commitment to the Noch-Frau and confirming that my love for her is passed.
I had two bands as I lost the first one and had it replaced. The original turned up during a long overdue cleaning of the clothes washer's filter. The replacement went first with a leisurely throw while the one given to me on our wedding day was cast into the waters with more strength and determination, as if I was exorcising myself of demons by consigning it to the lake bed. The dork in me envisioned my band as the One Ring and the lake as the fires of Mount Doom because you know it had to.
To be honest, I was surprised at how cathartic the experience was. I felt a genuine sense of having severed adamantine chains that were holding me back, dragging me down. This morning was simply wonderful as I greeted the dawn with coffee in-hand as Piper meowed for attention (that she got). The walk to the bus stop was brisk but invigorating and I found the conversation with my fellow busrider while we waited - mainly about apples and apple recipes - warm and cheerful.
It's beginning to look like all those people who told me that it gets better were right.
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