Coming home
So what did I do to get senior high English out of my system? Absolutely nothing...really. After Sarah left for work, I poured another cup of coffee, played around on the computer, watched some shows I'd missed, read, explored Rapid City, and was in charge of noone but me. Divine! Just knowing I was in charge of my time was liberating. No bells, no meetings, no deadlines. Bliss.
We did get up to Mt. Rushmore and walk a trail and listen to the documentary. Loved that so few people were there, since I hate crowds. And we decided we liked our 50 degree weather instead of the 95 degrees it could be.
Driving home was a breeze--no wind, nicely cloudy so I didn't bake in the car or need sunglasses. Stopping for gas and a Culver's cone at Mitchell was all I needed.
And then home to a cool summer. The front steps had been completed, the irises were finished blooming and I knew I'd now have to really transition into summer, something that's not easy for me.
Today I cleaned the house, did wash, stored things Sarah had sent home with me and accompanied Mom to a tea at the art center--actually the reason I'd come home on Friday. Mom's and my wedding dress was on display, and it was fun to see it again.
Pete and PJ seemed fine, yet the pain's weight is more than I can stand Pete having to bear. He no longer hides it all from me. So it seems like he complains constantly, when in fact I know he's just telling it like it is.
But here's why I love him so: he loves and adores me. Despite all my admonitions, all my disregard, all my brushoffs, I know I'm still his one and only. Before I left for Rapid City, we had an unusual heat wave--several days of 99 degrees. I watered and prepped the lawn, shrubs and plants, and asked Pete to water them while I was gone.
On the table today I found the following note he'd written to remind himself. It read, "Water schedule: Tonight--geraniums by garage, hanging basket by garage. Every Hour: Send wife kisses."
How is it the man is such an angel?
We did get up to Mt. Rushmore and walk a trail and listen to the documentary. Loved that so few people were there, since I hate crowds. And we decided we liked our 50 degree weather instead of the 95 degrees it could be.
And then home to a cool summer. The front steps had been completed, the irises were finished blooming and I knew I'd now have to really transition into summer, something that's not easy for me.
Today I cleaned the house, did wash, stored things Sarah had sent home with me and accompanied Mom to a tea at the art center--actually the reason I'd come home on Friday. Mom's and my wedding dress was on display, and it was fun to see it again.
Pete and PJ seemed fine, yet the pain's weight is more than I can stand Pete having to bear. He no longer hides it all from me. So it seems like he complains constantly, when in fact I know he's just telling it like it is.
But here's why I love him so: he loves and adores me. Despite all my admonitions, all my disregard, all my brushoffs, I know I'm still his one and only. Before I left for Rapid City, we had an unusual heat wave--several days of 99 degrees. I watered and prepped the lawn, shrubs and plants, and asked Pete to water them while I was gone.
On the table today I found the following note he'd written to remind himself. It read, "Water schedule: Tonight--geraniums by garage, hanging basket by garage. Every Hour: Send wife kisses."
How is it the man is such an angel?