Archive for February, 2009
It’s been several years since we bought cards as he can’t sign – it is only a piece of paper but kind of miss it. Would have loved to buy him a card but he’d feel badly if he didn’t have one to offer.
Hope everyone has a very tender and love filled day – how ever you spend it.
I never know where I’ve hung my coat, back entry, front closet, chair – - -
Anyway, this morn, we were getting dressed to take Brian to the airport – I offered to help Wayne with his coat but he assured me he had his coat on.
I ran around grabbing purse, keys and coat – where’s my coat? Two men are waiting for me (in the car) and I have no idea. Finally, I put on a fleece and jumped in the car – bumped into my nice winter coat on my dear man. (I have to say mine is black and his is dark brown so – - -)
It was so funny for so many reasons and heart rendering also. The sleeves were short, the buttons couldn’t be done up and he basically looked stuffed in it – cause he was.
Think the funniest part was he sat there happy and oblivious – remember when your child was “just so close” to being too large for a jacket or snowsuit? Close your eyes and picture my dear.
We got to the airport drop off zone, got out and hugged Brian goodbye – wonder if he noticed Dad’s coat?
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.
