Archive for February 12th, 2009

The cell rang as we were flying down the highway to “our hair appointments”. Pulled over, the esthetician was on the phone, “What can ***** talk about with Wayne during the appointment?”

Being he was sitting so close to me, I just said, “Flying airplanes.” Pedal to the metal and we were off again.

This is such a little thing but makes the difference between comfort (for both men) and uneasy silence. She was “working on my face:)” – I told her that both she and her husband are angels. “Really???” You have no idea, my dear.

And yes, too many facials and haircuts but a girl has to do what a girl has to do, right?

He glanced up at the clock, “What time is it?” (He can no longer tell time.)

I looked up, “Wow, 11:30, we had a good evening.”

Could tell he was forming a thought, then, “You better get to bed, you’ll be tired in the morning. I’ll put the coffee on.” And so he turned and headed to the basement. Too sweet.

I’ll be retired 3 years in a couple days – found it interesting that my “whining” from years ago sticks with him. No matter how much sleep I’d get, morning found me wanting. Thus the reference to coffee. I’d grab a huge mug of it and stumble around dressing, setting lunches out and generally trying to kick start brain and body – the coffee mug a warm extension of my arm.