Every move, every change of venue, let’s say from the bedroom to the big brown chair, is a project.
Burt notices my lack of patience for these life-altering transitions. “You’re not being nice,” he might say or more cuttingly “boy everybody here is so rotten.”
Developing a “wait and let it develop” attitude might be a good idea. Actually, not might but is!
I need to find the slow-down mode in our interactions.
Rushing him changes nothing. Except his mood and willingness to take those big moves with me.
this is our life 