Archive for September 21st, 2007

I closed the garage door and after a few moments realized he was not coming into the house.

Out to check and he is “locked” in the car. Have told him a thousand times to pull the little lock up if he has to get out. Felt really badly because (1) he always precedes me into the house and (2) I didn’t lock the doors again – they do that sometimes, I guess jiggling the keys and (3) he was trying to crawl over the gear shift and very upset and frustrated and afraid.

Man, a new lesson everyday!

You would “sneak” out of work early on Fridays to get home around 4:30pm – like a kid who played hooky last class. The long hours were terrible and I’m sure precipitated your decline.
I’d try to have the house all sparkly and a special meal ready – or pizza.

Some days you’d arrive at 4:20 and we were delirious! “How did you get out so early?” I’d ask – delighted.

Such sweet memories of you, my Love.