It was four wheels this morning. Bad.
Herself is off to Tennessee for a combo business/pleasure trip (a lab-librarians’ powwow in tandem with a visit to Herself the Elder), and then she’s zigzagging home via Colorado and Utah (running a half-marathon and maybe camping with a gal pal).
Thus Your Humble Narrator was required to rise at dark-thirty to chauffeur ‘Er Ladyship to the Duke City airport.
I dislike driving anymore. I particularly dislike driving before the second cup of coffee, in the dark, surrounded by deranged ‘Burqueños who thought “the “Fast & Furious” flicks were drivers’ ed.
Still, we got there, and I got back, and there was this lovely rose waiting for me just outside the kitchen window.
It ain’t all bad, this early-morning stuff.
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A few days alone is OK, but two weeks is a bit much. Don’t know about the Boo Man, but El Jeffe Duffy can get quite clingy after the first week.
The lighting on that rose pic is really nice. Chapeau!
I guess Khal must be on leave as well, or taking a few days off the innertubes, which doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
Yeah, it’s stretching that old envelope for sure, Pat. But the job trip was to the Oak Ridge lab, and Herself the Elder is an Oak Ridger, so Herself the Younger decided it made sense to jet out a couple days early to hang with momma.
And then the gal pal from Colorado has been after her to get together for a few laughs, so she figured, well, as long as she was on the move anyway. …
The rest, as the fella says, is history. The Boo and I should be a couple-three marbles shy of a full load by the time she gets back.
Yeah, Khal…..come up voice. 🙂
Someone claiming to be Khal sent me the following image this morning. I’m sure it wasn’t him, though. He’s always the acme of restraint and reason.
My Uncle O’Be used to say, “pull my finger for a short speech by Donald Trump.” Rimshot?
O, mos’ def’.
It really centers around this: any time spent with family elders becomes pure gold at some point in the all too near future. No matter how off base or irrelevant they might seem NOW; a few years later you’ll treasure the memory. So suck it up POG and take pride in having an independent better half. But we know you already do. Me too.
S’true, Herb. I wish I’d tried to bridge the gap dividing me and my parents, learned more about their lives (and those of their parents, and grandparents, et al.).
But we didn’t get along, and being young and exceptionally stupid (even for a young person) I decided this was all their fault and blew it off. Whaddaya know? People don’t live forever. Opportunity lost.
One of the sisters-in-law is pushing Herself the Elder to write a memoir. Now there’s a concept — recording the memories of someone who’s actually been around long enough to have memories worth inspecting. Someone should inform the media.
I know what ya mean PO’G. Pretty much the same with my folks. Two weeks unsupervised while Herself is away? I get pretty bored when the wife’s not here – I start cooking and inviting folks over to eat. Sometimes I even get bored enough to clean the house! AGGHhhh!
I don’t have many regrets, but not grilling my parents about family history is definitely one of ’em, Larry. Some reporter, eh? No wonder I switched to editing so early on. Those who can’t do, edit.
Yeah, it’s gonna be a long couple weeks, for sure. But I do have supervisors: Mister Boo (the civilian authority); Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment); and the Turk’s aide-de-camp, Miss Mia Sopaipilla.
I mean, the walls actually have eyes.
All my grandparents were immigrants from Europe. I don’t know any of their stories.
Sandy returns tomorrow along with normal life. Took Duffy on a real long walk today. Let him sniff and look all he wanted without rushing him the last two blocks to the house.
I like Larry’s idea of cooking for friends. I’m going to try that next time I’m home alone. Or, just go with her! I could take the tour of Maker’s Mark and visit the Perryville Battlefield Historic Park.
http://www.perryvillebattlefield.org/index.html