We had an ice storm Monday, snow Tuesday, and Ry had been off school for two days. We expected a delay, but didn’t have one, so Ry and I both dragged out of bed at 6:30 for the drive to Poolesville. Got back by 7:45, as per usual. Kath was still in bed, so I brought her coffee and we talked for close to an hour about nothing and everything, Megadog snuggled between us.
We were finishing up the Christmas shopping – I still need
to buy for Linda and my Dad. Since we
are flying down to Florida for Dad’s 80th, and we both shoip through
the same amazon account, there is little surprise what I am getting Kath. I want to buy her something in Florida so she
has something to open under the tree.
We have mixed feelings about the trip south. It seems an added errand to the busy season. It takes away our Christmas at home – which both
kath and I love. Riley will be at
college way too soon. We will have three
more Christmases before he goes, and we begin to feel the need to guard them.
Mom’s has organized some events, but Kath and I are
frustrated sometimes by the looseness of our family events. They seldom flow. We fear we will both be chained to the
kitchen – me to cooking, she to cleaning.
Gwen has taken the time off from Wegmen’s to go down. Her hours are already too few. She and we worry about her job, and her
future. We figure she will be living at
home long after Ry is off and away.
So Kath and I talked about these things, and politics –
frustrated with the healthcare laws, glad to see more of the country is concerned about the President. We talked about Kath's work. We talked about my new work selling real
estate. I am excited, but worry I will
fail at it. We talked about the band gig
this Saturday at a real club for real money.
All this and more, then we noticed the clock and then I went downstairs to
look at the market and she got ready for work.
It was a morning both typical and special. There is so much to do, so many reasons to be
thankful, and so many annoyances. It
seems like the finish line keeps getting moved farther and farther back, but
that is fine on those days when you enjoy the race.
I loaded up the fireplace, debated cleaning the kitchen,
played a few minutes of avenger’s alliance, and decided to make a note of the
morning.
