Michael and I were walking from our car to a restaurant, talking abouts tidbits of nothing much, when we suddenly realized there was someone behind us. Michael said, “Oh, sorry for blocking the sidewalk” and moved to one side, and I moved to the other so a young woman in her mid-to-late twenties could pass us. We’d been walking slow. Even on good days in the Fall I’m pretty stiff and slow. She’d evidently been behind us ever since we’d gotten out of the car, because she said, “You guys are just too cute to be married! You’re so nice to each other I figured you must be out on a date, then I saw your wedding rings. I’ve only been married a year and my husband and I aren’t that nice to each other when we’re alone.” We told her we’d been married nearly thirty years, and she just shook her head, laughed, and walked on. But that comment has stayed with me. Michael and I are nice to each other, and evidently that’s something I’ve been taking for granted!
We were going to meet another couple for dinner, something we haven’t done in many years. Best of all, it was a woman I’ve “known” from social media for many years, who lives several states away, and her husband. They were passing through Louisville on their way home from Mammoth Cave, and it was a real treat to meet her “in real life” for the first time. She knew my Aunt Beverly, too, and had always assumed she’d get a chance to meet her. So talking about her and her passing was bittersweet.
Marching Band is over. This year was especially difficult for John and for Michael and me. It was extremely intense, John didn’t enjoy it as much as he has in the past, and his health and grades suffered. The decision about next year is going to be a big one.
The dogs are still not adjusting well to the time change. When Sam’s stomach says it’s suppertime she starts dancing around and barking, and there’s only so long you can ignore a dancing, barking 100-pound dog before feeding her. Boss doesn’t care as much, but sometimes he’ll howl just to be supportive. Then I’m sure the neighbors even want us to feed them early.
We totally skipped Halloween this year. We were able to combine Michael’s work day with a side trip to WKU, where John’s band was competing in the State Semi-finals. It was a longer trip than I can tolerate, and when we got home I went straight to bed. Michael set out a bowl of candy, but I think we only had one trick-or-treater. I did wear my Laurie Cabot witch hat to a Nerium get-together a couple of days later, though. I simply couldn’t go a whole year without wearing it!!
On the way home from WKU we saw a lot of what Michael termed “sin signs” with messages like,”Where will you spend eternity?”. There was one with the first five commandments, and I waited and waited for the second five, but never saw them. Somehow that made the trip feel a bit incomplete!
I’m so proud of Michael! He actually spoke in front of a small group of strangers about his experience with EHT this week. He’s not into public speaking, and certainly not about his own brain health issues, but he did it. And I suspect he was a bit proud of himself afterwards, too – at least I hope so!
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