"He got the action... he's got the motion... oh yeah... the boy can play!" They look so 80s now... but I am still nuts about this song.
Hello from sanctuary. What a great weekend. I took some photos to post, but then realized that I have no clue how to use DH's more sophisticated photo system. Sorry folk... photos will have to wait until he can show me how.
In a nut shell, DH and his friend T worked on cabinets for DH's son's bathroom. I enjoy the shop. I like to watch things go from lumber to things of beauty. I sit there in my folding chair and chat as they do their thing.
DH's son and girlfriend came by to decide on the stain they wanted on the cabinets. We visited for a bit. I don't know them very well yet, so unbelievably... I was quiet much of the time. DH's "Cuz" also showed up for Sat.
Now Cuz is a hoot and entertained me with all sorts of stories of how he and DH used to do things that can turn a mother's hair white. I have likewise heard Cuz stories from DH so it was fun to hear them from Cuz's end.
We stayed up way too late on Sat. and slept in too long Sun. But isn't that the way vacation is supposed to be? When I did get up, T and DH had been working for awhile. I got some teasing, but not too much. The rest of the day was pretty much like the day before with them working on the cabinets.
I had bragged to T that I make a wicked chili verdi. So he brought some pork. I made a great huge pot that earned me compliments and stunned both T and I when DH had seconds. DH does not have seconds. I can't get a better compliment than that. (He also took some for lunch today at work.) Other than that, we watched "Life" on The Discovery channel last night. Did anyone catch it?
And so the weekend ended. I cannot tell you how comfortable or enjoyable it was to hear the alarm go off this morning. I know that sounds strange. But it has been a very long time since I experienced an everyday morning with someone. Do you know what I mean?
I watched the sillouette of DH turn off the alarm, walk around the bed past me to the bathroom and then listened to "morning music"... sounds of brushing teeth, pissing in the toilet, water running, etc. Watching the reverse strip tease... which if you ask me is much more of a tease than the other... with sleepy eyes. Then farther away the sounds of him taking his medicine and getting his lunch box together. I lay there, propped up with the early news on TV, wondering when I'd hear the sound of the truck coming to life. I was happily surprised by the return of his footsteps and the good bye that followed. Life felt very good... just plain old normal everyday life.