Archive for April, 2008

Last evening as we were about to leave for home (a 30 minute drive), he got up and looked around as if searching for something. I went over to him – he wanted the bathroom.
I was headed downstairs, so said to use that one as Shirl has all her stuff in the main bath.

“I’ll just wait til I get home.”

Then it dawned on me that he couldn’t find the bath downstairs. I led the way and all was well. Could kick myself as many times in the past, I’d ask if he needed to use the bathroom before we headed home – always got a no.

So simple a problem but so stupid of me to not catch on earlier – years earlier.

You know the saying – today I phoned my very helpful neighbor, Brenda, and asked if she needed anything at the store – leaving in 10 minutes. She really needed to go, so against my better judgment, I left him sleeping, unplugged door bell and turned phone off. The store’s about 5 minutes drive and told her we’d hustle home ASAP. She knows.
She bought her items and just in conversation, asked her if she got everything. “Yes, except the pearl onions -and I know ***store doesn’t have them as I phoned earlier. I don’t care but Jim really loves them.” Told her Jim would have his onions.

Didn’t say anything but drove to the little produce store -luckily they had them.

When we picked our mail up, she opened a card, saying it was from her aunt. “Is it your anniversary today!!!”

So, she got her onions to make a special beef recipe he loves. I’m glad I took the time, although I worry about leaving him – in fact, never do.

I think Someone prodded me today and watched over him while we shopped. ***What makes this little story so special is that she no longer drives for medical reasons. Happy anniversary to a lovely couple with hearts of gold.

Lobsters came up in a chat with a friend – yummy. Reminded me of our many trips East – difficult to believe but we were getting tired of lobster about the 3rd week! Now what I wouldn’t give for a good old lobster dinner.

We may possibly go back this August or Sept. It would be great for my man and I really love it, too. Originally, I had planned to rent something and stay the summer but I think that may not be the best idea.
Anyway, the whole point of the post was to recall our bringing cooked, whole lobsters home by air! Due to “not quite honest” handlers, everyone carried their prize box on board as carry on luggage. Not sure if that would be allowed these days.
His childhood, best friend, owns two lobster pounds – anything he ships does arrive for they dare not steal commercial goods – but you check a cooler or box of lobster (as a passenger) and it has a good chance of gracing a handler’s table, not yours! Apologies to the honest ones out there.

Our friends called again last night assuring us anytime, date is Ok – thank you!

If we did not have family out West, I would move back. He would certainly enjoy his little village again and has many friends and relatives there.

When we were back in ’04, I mentioned it was a nice thought to move. Dave excused himself, was away a bit, came back and said he had a job for me – at the local dentist’s practice – and that beautiful, old home is for sale – a 3 story heritage, refinished for $80,000, on the ocean. How tempting.

But, we’re still here, landlocked and lobsterless!

We got in a bit too late to plan on cooking a dinner – put out submarine buns and “all the fixings”.

Usually I would make the buns up and serve them but had lots of ingredients so thought he could choose his own.

It was very interesting – he had his bun plain (til I suggested condiments). Each ingredient was set precisely on his plate e.g: Tomato slices, cheese slices, lettuce, meat, etc.

Wondering what he’d do, I just carried on making mine. He used his knife and fork and ate each item separately. In the end, he ate his bun which had only condiments on it.

When I offered a second bun, he agreed. I made it for him the usual way – no comment from either of us. It’s not a big deal but it is another “first”.

I decided to strip out his bathroom as he had fallen asleep on the bed in the guest room.

Had a kitchen catcher handy to toss all the old toiletries in – I came across his “Obsess*on” – it brought back so many memories for me. He was no longer using it the last year he worked – I think he just forgot to.

Lifted the cover off – it just gave me major goosebumps – I loved the fragrance and it was “him”.

Tossed it in the bag – I don’t want to go thru that again.
***I got it back out of the trash. I decided there were a lot of nice memories attached to it. Every morn, just before leaving for work, we’d hug goodbye and I remember saying, “Mmm, you smell so nice.” So, it’s back in his vanity – surprisingly, it hasn’t “turned” after several years – still as good as ever!