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Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

He gets it.

One of Beloved’s brothers, the one who is as mad for fishing as my husband, is a long haul trucker. A couple of nights ago, he was sleeping in his truck at a truck stop in the state made famous by Rodgers and Hammerstein, when another trucker’s foot slipped on the accelerator, sending that truck into my brother-in-law’s. Thankfully, he was unhurt. And insurance should take care of both the property damage and his lost earnings while his truck is being repaired or replaced. But in the meantime, he had a truck full of tools. So Beloved fired up his mother’s truck and headed north. He called me about an hour ago. They are south of Oklahoma City and will be here sometime after midnight.

I am so thankful to be married to a man who understands the importance of family. Who puts down the graph paper on which he was designing our garden, and not only does what needs to be done, but does it willingly and cheerfully. It is at moments like this that I comprehend more fully my Heavenly Father’s love for me, in putting this dear man in my life.

It’s been another good day. I tore through my to-do’s and transcribed every blessed tape in my inbox. I finished up yesterday’s mail and filed all of today’s. I made a little more progress on the current baby sock. After work, I picked up a gift card for a wedding we will attend on Saturday (two more graduates from the singles program, one of whom is in Secondborn’s ward; we seem to have kick-started something). And bought two dressy T-shirts that will go with my new skirt, and half a gallon of Blue Bell Rocky Road for my brother-in-law, and now I am home and have killed the last of the gingersnaps and am about this far from diving under the covers and calling it a day.

I lost an auction on eBay for a really cool looking pair of clogs. My rule for buying gently used shoes is that I will not pay more than half their original cost, shipping included. So I am not even slightly tempted to increase my bid. I’ll pay up to 75% of retail on new clogs (typically, seconds from the outlet). But half price, and preferably far less, for used ones.

I found a pearl grey linen and rayon jacket at CJ Banks that will be 40% off next week, after I get paid. And it fits. And when I was unpacking boxes at dark-thirty this morning, I found the grey and black and white seashell belt that I bought in the very early 80’s, which should go beautifully with my new skirt. Somewhere in a box are my grey pearl earrings. They will bubble to the surface eventually.

Later, gators.

2 comments:

Bonnie said...

I'm glad you found such a good cowboy to marry, even if you had to wait a while for him.

AlisonH said...

He's a good guy.