Archive for September, 2007

So Brian (our chef son) phoned and is hoping to get home for holidays the end of October. Exciting news and yet I know that probably means he won’t be home for Christmas.

Dad is so excited and will be asking every day when Brian’s coming.

(This has been a difficult year as staff is quitting to work in construction. Many weeks he works 6 days as no help available.)

Just was reminded it’s officially fall – after reading Annie’s blog. Thanks, Annie!

After days of clouds and rain, we have glorious sunshine. Eye blinding sunshine. I’ll take it. Our weather can turn quickly into a giant clothed in low cloud and gloom. We have to live with that til about March. So, bring on Fall with it’s sunshine.

Plus, it’s Sunday so last day before the work week begins all over again for some. Enjoy!

Invited to a dinner last night – just a wonderful time with lots of laughs. We sat down to visit after we got home.

He has two favorite stories he tells me over and over. One story involves Scouts in NS and one involves hunting on the Army Range out West. Well, last night he happily told them to me but the details were all mixed up opposite to what the facts were.

I ignored that but then he must have realized a problem and stopped the stories – said he couldn’t quite remember the details.

Only mention this because it’s another “jumble” or “loss” of what he had til recently. I hope he stabilizes where he is for a while – quite a few things happening in the past month.

But – we did have fun and were spoiled by our host/hostess.

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.