Thanks to everyone for writing to check on me. The thought occurred to me that I have two speeds . . on and off, with no in between. I’m either going full speed or in the bed thinking I’m dying! Yesterday was the first day I managed to stay awake the whole day. Today I got up early and think I’m back to feeling like normal.
Chad was home for the weekend but I see so little of him . . mostly I see his dirty laundry! 🙂 But, I’m not complaining about that . . at least he was here. He gets home Friday about 4:30 and has to be at work 6 – 10. Guess in this economy I should be saying “He gets to be at work!” Saturday he works 9 – 6 but has an hour for lunch so I plan our big meal of the day for when he’ll be home for lunch so we can all eat together. Then he comes home, showers and goes to his friend’s house til about 11 or 12; comes home and goes to bed. Sundays he works 7 – 4; comes home and eats dinner with us and goes back to school. I definitely miss him.
In 1959 (pretend that was 25 years before I was born!), we moved to Lake Charles. My grandparents lived 2 hours north of us in Many. I was 5 so what I remember may not be exactly what my parents remember but I remember that we went “home” every weekend. Mom taught so she was out of school on Fridays by 3:30 or 4:00. We’d go home, finish packing, dad would get home from work and we’d be on the road to visit grandma. Not long after we’d moved, we were heading north and dad pulled into Hayes’ Buick in Leesville and what seemed like a spur of the moment deal, we left with a brand spanking new 1960 Buick LeSabre. Ours was brown/cream (I think). That was such a huge car for little girls. I was 6 and my sister was 4 but we still fought over who was taking up more room in the back seat.
We’d spend the weekend with Pop & Nannie and when it was time to leave on Sunday, I can still see Nannie standing at the gate crying and waving goodbye. I don’t know if Mom or my sister, Pam, cried but I always did. Don’t ask me why . . Nannie cried so I cried too. Pop would always try to make us not cry and he’d say “Get in that old rusty brown car!” My sister and I would get so mad because he’d call the car an old, rusty, brown car but mad or not, I still cried.
As Chad is getting in the car and leaving, I’m standing in the garage fighting back tears. I always think of my grandma as we were leaving her house on Sundays. I had already turned my back to walk into the house when the tear faucet turned itself on this afternoon. Time will pass quickly and in no time, he’ll be home again for our weekend routine. I’m already looking forward to Monday morning when I have the house totally to myself . . music up loud! I didn’t feel like doing that at all last week. Tomorrow begins a normal week for me and I’m ready!