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From a recent letter to a friend:

Two weeks from yesterday we drive to Nashville and get on the plane to Sacramento, on our way to Yosemite so Mark can rappel and climb El Capitan. Quite the adventure for a man about to turn 50.  Our total travel time is two weeks.  We have a day or so on each end for flying, and sleeping and showering in real hotels.  Rental car (SUVish) from Sacto to the park. But 8–10 days in tents and going  down to Curry Village to shower and eating camp food and fast food.  I really do love him beyond the point of reasonableness, I'm telling you.

I will NOT be rappelling in Yosemite.  This one, rightfully so, requires experience and qualifying rappels that I do not have.  That and the fact that the hike from the "high" camp (Yosemite Creek Camp if you know anything about the park, it's accessed from the Tioga pass road) where we will be, to "top" camp from where they will rappel, is a grueling nine hour, 9-10 mile, carrying rigging and gear backwoods trek. That usually takes all day, then you are exhausted and sleep up top and rappel the next day.  I'd rather be martyred.

There's 32 people total, I think, and not everybody will rappel every day of course.  I think Mark plans two rappels and one climb up rope.  Rappels are about 45 minutes, and I think climbs vary between 3-6 hours on a rope.  People climb in pairs.  I will be "on belay" at the bottom the first day Mark rappels.  There's a whole, complicated, excel spreadsheet of where everyone is supposed to be and when.

Judge if you want.  We're all going to die.  I intend to deserve it.

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My beloved was so good as to write up a trip report for out North Carolina adventure on Whitesides Mountain, so I thought I'd just steal it and add a few comments.  The long and short of it was I rapelled 650'ft off a cliff!

Sherron and I had quite the adventure this past weekend, and I thought I would relate.  We drove over to Highlands, NC again for more rappelling off the big cliff.  The main reason was supposed to be for me to get a 'weighted rope' rappel in, in preparation for the big rappel in Yosemite.  The second reason was so Sherron could get a long rappel, as she is supposed to get two Whitesides rappels in to qualify for the Bridge Day rappel in October.

The weather did not cooperate.  Sherron and I left town at a useless hour on Friday — not early enough to get up on the cliff when we got there, and early enough to have a lot of time on our hands before turning in.  So, feeling groggy from the long drive, we just ate Chinese food 'in town' and stared out the window.  It was cloudy, and after a bit, the sky opened up and the bottom dropped out.  "Wow," we thought.  "Glad we're not up on the mountain after all,"  Hah.  When the rains ended, we drove down off the plateau to find the campsite and set up camp.  It cleared off and all was well.

Saturday dawned sunny and we were excited at the prospects.  Sherron started the day off with a headache/migraine and got off to a slow start, but was a trooper.  Enough of the right kind of drugs allowed her to put a game face on
(Meaning I got the headache down from 8 to 4 on a 10 scale), and we drove over to the trailhead.  Sherron and I, along with TinY and Nikky, were the last ones up the trail.  TinY forced us to stop often, which allowed everyone to get up the hill without being dead on our feet.

One rope had been rigged the previous day (Yes, folks had been up on the mountain in that rain) and two more needed to be rigged.


(The following is details, interesting to a few, the important part for later is to note that there are three ropes) The task of rigging one of them fell to me and Kevin Mulligan.  It was a spot I had been over several times before and I was fairly comfortable with that.  In spite of that, it was still a lot of pressure and we had a few stops and starts.  The rigging point was a cluster of bolts 50 feet down a bare 45-degree granite slope from the trail at the top.  There was a nice big ledge with places to stand and work.  To get to it, you get on rope at the fence up top and back down the slope with your rappel rack keeping you in control.  From the rig point, we tied in the main 750' line, and two shorter ropes.  One of the short ropes was to have something to tie rope pads to, and the other was the 'edge attendant' line.  From the bolts, the slope continued at 45 degrees for maybe 25', then steepened to 60 degrees for 15' then steepened again for a few feet before encountering the last little ledge that was the actual lip.  I got two spots padded.  We thought we getting ready to go, when the weather came up over the mountain on us.


We had watched the clouds build, and listened to thunder off in the distance.  When the lightning finally started cracking above us, we were all called back topside and huddled under the rain tarp.  We were warned to be ready for rain, so we all had our rain gear and put it on, and we waited.  And waited.  And waited.  It rained.  It thundered.  It hailed.  We huddled together some to keep warm.  There were 20 of us, I think.  At one point, I was sitting on the ground under the tarp when a particularly close strike hit.  Some folks said they heard a weird noise like a click, maybe.  I don't remember the noise, because my right foot jumped from a large electrical shock.  Other folks got a jolt in the butt, and we were going, "Did you feel that?"  It was spooky.  After a few more hours, there was a lull in the storm.  It was mid-afternoon, but some of the folks were ready to pack it in.  Sherron was among those who decided to head down, so I figured that I wouldn't see her again until nightfall.

The rains came back, and more huddling under the tarp ensued.  But it wasn't as bad, and it seemed like the sky was lightening.  During another lull, I decided that I would go down to 'my' rig point and hang out, just getting some rope time, even if it might be to no end.  Mike Mirov came down to join me, and as I was looking back upslope at him, I happened to see a bolt of lightning practically silhouetting him.  So it was back up to the top and under the tarp again!  But it was a short spell, and we were back out, with the sky lightening and the sun peeking out in places.  So all of a sudden, we were go!  Of the people left on the mountain, the only ones that got gear on were me, TinY, Perry, Mike and Robert.  Perry needed a weighted rope rappel to qualify for El Cap, and there was one more spot on 'my' rope that needed padding, and it fell to me to go down first, pad the spot and continue down to the bottom to belay and be the weight on the rope.  That meant I didn't get a weighted rappel that day, but I agreed to it.  Team first.

The last spot to be padded was about 80' below the lip, where the cliff face came back out to touch the rope line.  I had to stop, tie off, reach out and tie the pad to the bolt without dropping it, then continue on down.  On the bottom, I called off rope and Mike called on.  Robert had gotten on the second rope to follow TinY on down, leaving Perry behind at the top.  Perry was worried about getting his rappel in, but finally got to come down after Mike.

By that time, Sherron had gotten back up to the top, along with Perry's wife Sharon.  She had met Bruce White down in the parking lot, and when it was clearing off, Bruce insisted Sherron go back up and get her rappel in.  He even carried her gear for her.  That was great of him!  So I'm down at the bottom when I hear Sherron on the radio, "Mark Ostrander, Where are you?"  "I'm at the bottom."  "Well, I'm at the top."  So I thought that was great - she was going to get her rappel in after all.  After a few radio calls, I realized that she was 'on approach' to the lip and didn't have anyone with her!  I'm down below having kittens at that point.  When Sherron made a radio call asking which of the
three ropes was the main line, I about had a stroke.  My blood pressure went up, I could feel my lips tingling, and I told Mike I could use a Valium at that point.  TinY was monitoring this all, but said he could tell from Sherron's tone of voice that she was managing it well.  After a period of time, I could see Sherron silhouetted against the sky - on the right rope - and I felt better.  But she still had to get past the Velcro rope pad I had placed on the way down.  I wasn't sure that she had ever done that task before.  I needn't have worried.  Sherron did great, and I watched her smoothly descend the rope.  She had a great ride (650'!) down the rope and was justifiably thrilled when she got down.  The first time I did that rappel, I had TinY right there with me at the lip on an edge line, coaching me and keeping me calm.  And Sherron managed it on her own!  I'm amazed and proud. 

Sherron decided that she would prefer the hike around the cliff and back up in preference to climbing all that ways on the rope,
(This is not true.  I would have preferred to go back up the rope.  I’d been told how bad the hike was.  But it was really late, and the conditions were bad, and I didn’t want people having to wait up at the top for me.) and I agreed to hike with her.  Mike was going to climb with Perry, but decided he wasn't quite up to frogging all that ways, and he hiked with us.  Both TinY and Nikky tell people that climbing the rope is preferable to the awful hike, but you have to experience it once to know.  The hike about killed Sherron after the rope didn't.  It's a lot of scrambling up and down, with a long, very steep pitch at the end.  She managed it without throwing up, but it was close.  It took us about an hour and a half to get back down to the cars, (“normal” hike time is about an hour) but we made it.  We made it back down shortly after the crowd from the top.

If we hurried, we could get back into town before the pizza place closed, so off we all went.  The food was great and Nikky had arranged for a pair of birthday cakes for TinY, so we had a surprise party too.  It was fun.  Then back to the campsite for the obligatory huge bonfire.  It had been raining again, but they managed to get the fire going, with the help of considerable accelerants.  Sherron was pooped and crashed in the tent, while the rest of us had a few beers and enjoyed the fire. 

We had left the cliff rigged with the understanding that we'd go up Sunday morning and clean it and bring it all down.  Tiny had been left with the task of de-rigging solo on an outing last Fall, and I told him I'd be around to help this time.  So we got up in the morning, packed up and headed into town for real coffee and on to the trailhead again.  Our camping gear was supposed to go on the trailer and be carried out to Yosemite, but it was all damp, so Sherron agreed to stay down at the parking lot and dry stuff out: both ours and the Manke's. 

(Then there's several paragraphs about Mark's day at the top of the hill.  I spent the day reading, spreading things out to dry, moving them around, etc.)

I was hoping that the day would have gone quickly and Sherron and I could be back on the road home, but it ended up being something like 3:30 before we got down to the parking lot.  Oh well.  Everyone trickled in and we sat around and pooled what food and beverages we had, and had a brief picnic, but then the rains came.  Everyone scattered to their cars and, one by one, drove off.  I had to get our camping gear back in the duffel and loaded onto the El Cap trailer, I and stood out under the back hatch on the Vue and got that ready with out getting the gear too wet.  A brief lull allowed me to back our car over to the trailer and I threw it aboard, and finally we were done.  A honk and  wave to the Mankes and the Hrizuks and we were gone at about 4:30.  It was a long, but almost uneventful drive (coming into Huntsville, I was tired and mis-judged my closing speed and almost ran over a slow car) and it was about 6 and a half hours later that we pulled in the driveway at home.  Thomas was glad to see us, as were the dogs, and we were glad to be home to real food and a dry bed! 

It was a good outing, but really draining.  Sherron could hardly move yesterday. As in, I slept all the way through Monday!

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You see, I went a little selfish at the Barnes and Noble the other day and let Lara-the-Nook-girl talk me into buying a Nook. It's B&N's version of the Kindle if you've not seen it.  I'm sure I'll regret it somehow, but anyway, spent that money, and bought several books real quick and dared the camera killer to say anything. Which of course it didn't enter his just-spent-another-$120-for-a-Yosemite-camera head to do.  You may be coming in on the middle of the whole, my husband and the curse of the camera thing, it's a long, would be funny if it wasn't so damn expensive, long story.  He's down-right famous in some circles. He has a camera, and this one, which is broken, which got broken in the woods at SERA, —remember, last week?!? has a damn warranty, and it's only 4 months old, but it's not broken ENOUGH, so they're going to try to fix it, so it won't be fixed before we leave tomorrow, so he bought a camera for Yosemite.  But he just bout a cheap, works outside CoolPix thing, thinking basically, vacation disposable.  It'll probably last the rest of our lives.  I have my own camera, by the way, which I don't let the man touch.  Although, in all honesty. and in the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit, I did drop his camera at Golindrinas last January, into a 10-12 foot crack, bang bang bang to the bottom, and killed it dead.  Some little Mexican boys retrieved it for me and the chip with all the already taken pictures on it was fine.  And everyone is still blaming it on him. And they were all quick to tell him so after I dropped the camera and broke it and cried Because.  It was in a "Pelican case" around my neck, and the latch on the pelican case either wasn't quite secure or popped open, and the camera came out.  Which makes it Marks fault for many reasons. A. It was a Pelican case instead of an Otter Box, which are much better. B. The Latch on the Pelican case had already taken a hit and was chipped and he knew that when he gave me the case. C.It was Mark's Camera. 
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Yes, I mean you, my darling husband, and you, my dear son.

That load of laundry I just started washing?

That was the same load of laundry I started washing last Sunday before I left to go to Tennessee.

Anyone remember that load?

The load, dear husband, that I mentioned you needed to move from the washer to the dryer when you got your sheets out of the dryer? (Yes, I noticed that you managed to get the sheets out of the dryer and on the bed so that you could go to sleep that night.)

And you, dear son, whose room is right beside the laundry room, remember the last words I said to you before I left to go to Tennessee? I believe it went something like, "If I come home and that same load of laundry is still in the washing machine, both you and your father are in deep do do."

Let the beatings begin!
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Today I ate out twice!  Mother and Larry were on their way to Montgomery today, and called from I-65 as they passed into AL and invited me to meet them at the nearest interstate interchange and have lunch.  So I dashed over to Athens.  (20 mins, about the same distance as they were at that moment)  We met at Ruby's and had a pleasant lunch and conversation.  Then they headed on down the road.

I went with Thomas to his violin group.  Shelby couldn't go because when I got into the car I could smell him and indeed, he hadn't had a shower, and I wouldn 't let him go.  Personal hygiene is a struggle for Asperger's people, I'm not sure why, but it's fairly universal.  It took me forever to convince Thomas that boys just had to take a shower every day and it didn't matter how not dirty you thought you were, others would think differently.  He's really good now, mainly just because I wore him down.  Nobody's ever bothered to be insistent with Shelby, so now I'm in the wearing down process with him.

Then Beloved called just as we were in the parking lot starting to go home, to warn me that he wanted to go out to eat, just the two of us.  We met at the house so he could wash up and change, and went to . . . wait for it . . . Ruby's.  Not in Athens, here in Madison, but.  There's just not many non-fastfood places to eat that don't require driving into Huntsville.  Even then, the selection is not that exciting. But I was still full from lunch anyway, and just wanted a beer and to be away from the boys, having real adult conversation, with my beloved.  I'd have settled for Arby's if they sold alcohol.


Feb. 1st, 2009 11:21 am
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Did I mention how nice Saturday was for most of the day?

I was supposed to take Shelby and Thomas out to the horse barn at 9am. Which I was looking forward to, mostly. We don't ride, we just volunteer helping with feeding and bringing in and out horses and grooming and occasionally mucking stalls. But it is fun to be around these great, calm, friendly animals and be outside and the people at the barn are wonderful too.

It started out as just an experience for Shelby, a step toward his goal to be a horse trainer when he grows up. And it's a good thing we started small like this, turns out that in real life he's afraid of horses! He thought they were all "cute" like cuddly little stuffed horses.  surprise.

Anyway, I found out that Mark didn't have to leave to go to his cave until noon.

So, since Thomas can drive, I told the two of them that they were going by themselves.  And they went, and they both had a blast.  Thomas wasn't really just dying to go, and really didn't want to go if I wasn't going.  But you know, I just told them to go. They went, and they loved it.  Thomas loved it and is willing to go back.

So Mark and I spent the morning doing nothing together.  It was great.  (we saved the adult stuff for later)

Shelby and I drove out to a friend's house, where they distribute the food bank stuff foster parents can get once a month.  It's a long drive, about an hour & a half, round trip.  Shelby talked the whole time, and I just kept smiling, and thinking about how when Thomas was little it was the very same.  In fact, if it's just Thomas and I he will still talk pretty continuously, but not quite.

Then my darling got home, later than he expected, and covered in dried mud which need to be washed off...

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Christmas in two and a half weeks?  I am just not ready. I know everyone says that, but I don't —this is just NOT like me!  I am a serious Christmas planner.  I've always had to be.  My winter depression usually sets in just before thanksgiving, and anything not already done doesn't get done.  So I begin to buy stocking stuffers on Dec. 26 for the next year.  I order gifts ahead, I wrap and hide ahead.  The boys were always required to get their wish lists in before Mat's birthday (Oct. 22) so I could shop for all three things at the same time.  Especially Thomas, because he HATES surprises, and I needed time to get the EXACT right thing.  His lists often include the website and order #.  This year has been in such a disarray, what with Thomas's graduation and college application and FAFSA, being gone to TN most of the summer, and the Thomas totaling the car / buying two new cars thing, and the taking in a new son, and the associated classes, fingerprints, and paperwork (including a complete physical and TB test), and too many other things to even mention, I've just completely lost it. I got Shelby's list last week, and Thomas's yesterday, and Mat won't even give me one, because he wants the cash and some black socks!  And my beloved?  Wants two things.  A car charger for his cell phone, and a couple of good wooden spoons for the kitchenBoring!  How can I get motivated for that?
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Here I sit, waiting for a friend to drive out of her way to pick me up, because once again I'm stuck here without a car.  I've got to get this car thing figured out.  I can't complain to Mark, because he'll just want to make Mat give us back the Reno.  And now that they're living out in the burbs, he really needs a car.  I may just have to break down and buy some piece of junk until I'm ready to go into debt for a real car.
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Turned out to just be mostly long and boring.  (Should have made Min pick me up on her way to DragonCon. *g*) 

Mark left Friday morning for "Pupfest" --a caving/camping outing every Labor Day instituted by a caver named, you guessed it, "Pup".  It's a big thing, peole come from 3 or 4 states, and one flew in from Canada. And he didn't get back until late Monday, and I just missed him horribly.   More than I anticipated.  We're usually just fine for a few days apart (remember I spent a good deal of the summer in TN), but this time, even tho Thomas was here, I just felt lonely.  Maybe it was the last straw for too many days spent apart this summer.  Appearantly, he missed me too, because the highlight of the holiday was Monday night, just the two of us.

And I didn't just sit around all weekend.  I was busy doing "fun" stuff, it just wasn't distracting enough.

On Saturday, Thomas got me up fairly early for a Saturday.  I'd mumbled something the day before about bookstore.... So we spent the day doing the "girlfriend" thing (if your girlfriend is a geek).  Best Buy, Hobby Lobby, Barnes & Noble, The Fret Shop (they sell violins, etc.). 

And in the middle somewhere, we ate out at a little restaurant called the "Wild Flour Bistro" which was not what I was expecting, and way more expensive than I was expecting, but what the heck.  I thought it would be a little specialty cafe, maybe feature bread products, or not, sort of like The Atlanta Bread Company, but not a chain.  But it was very fancy, real table cloths, hovering waiters, and entrees like 'Rack of Lamb.'  We both had Prime Rib au jus (the special) and desserts. He had Keylime cheesecake, and I had a hot fudge and Grand Marnier sundae with pecans, real whipped cream, and a cherry.  I had both the house red wine (forgot the name) with dinner, and coffee with dessert.  Both were excellent.  you can tell oodles about a restaurant by the coffee.  And the bathroom was spotless.  I may get Mark to dress up and go with me sometimes.  

Thomas was embarrassed about being under-dressed, but I assured him that the restaurant experience just wasn't what it used to be, and most people would be causally dressed. And it was very early, so we were one of the first 2 parties there.  (I was "business casual" but he was just khakis and a Tee.) Not long after a group of four walked in with their shorts and tees, looking like they'd come straight from the yardwork.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not as much of a snob as that sounds.  I just come from a time when going to a restaurant was a treat, a special occasion, worth getting cleaned up for, not just something that happened 4 days a week because no on has time to cook.  And if you were going to (knowingly) pay those kinds of prices, dressing for the occasion makes it just that much more special, and worth the money.

And Sunday my older son graced us with his presence because he needed me to go to the phone store with him to get a replacement for the phone he'd broken.  I was glad to see him, and find out about classes this fall, etc.  I just wish he came for more reasons than need.  We all miss him.  And Rhiannon manages to find time to visit with her family.  It's difficult to watch him struggle with things that I could show him the easy way for, if he'd just ask.  And yes, I have to wait until he asks.  Remember how well you listened to all that unsolicited advice your parents gave you?  No matter how many times or how I say it, I can't convince him that independent does not mean the same thing as alone.  Far from it.  Knowing when and how to ask for help is a key part of achieving maturity. 

Mat spent a good amount of time complaining about money, and lack there of.   Which I'm NOT helping him with, since he's in financial straits because made a series of bad decisions that he'd been warned were not going to turn out well, and still insisted on. Ever since he was able to talk, my method of discipline was "natural consequences" because, turns out, that's Life's main teaching tool, as well.  I'm not going to just throw him to the wolves, and he knows that.  He knows that if it gets THAT bad, he can come to me.  Or he could come to me now with a reasoned arguement or proposal for loan or raise in allowance.  But I am not going to offer that.  And he knows that he created his mess, and that his parents, like the future "Real World," expect him to figure it out as best as he can.

Anyway, since he was talking budget shortfalls and all, Thomas says, "Oh mom! We need to help him save money by taking him out to a restaurant for dinner tonight."  That Thomas, he'll do Anything for a meal out.  I gave him the eye, because Mat and I both knew that Thomas cared nothing about Mat's money problem, except that it would be useful to help him get to go out the second night in a row.  I really didn't care, so I told Mat to ask Rhiannon and come up with a restaurant, since she has dietary restrictions (gluten free) and they're both vegetarian.  We ended up at Applebee's.  It was good, and fun.  And if you're there and don't know what to get, Applebee's makes an excellent onion soup.

But the highlight was Mark coming home.  As I was not falling asleep Saturday night, I actually considered going with him next year.  Yes, I'm actually contemplating camping.  I must love him more than I thought.  But I am NEVER repeat NEVER going into a cave without being sedated to the point of unconsciousness.  I will NEVER love Anyone that much!

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Well!  We finally moved on to the Happy part of the Happy Birthday.  We went to Lowe's to get one of my presents (DO NOT LAUGH!  There are lots of good things at Lowe's) and went from there to Chili's, where I began the wine portion of the evening.  Finally, the migraine completely went away.  I should have had Chili's Molten Chocolate Cake and a couple of glasses of wine for breakfast. 

Over all, it's been a good birthday.  Started a little melancholy, what with the dregs of Faye dripping through here, and all.  But improved.

Thomas and I went to the Aquarium Shop and bought 7 new fish, including 2 pair of guppies.  Beloved gave me an excellent big mug from the Shenandoah National Park, and a snowman ornament (snowpeople are something of a weakness of mine, having never lived anywhere where there was enough snow to make one, with the exception of one winter in Cincinnati) and I hung him from the mantle (the snowguy, not Mark).  The snowpeople are allowed to stay out year 'round.
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Well I started the day feeling completely unmotivated. Partially because my beloved, who apparently does not see the irony, is up near Chattanooga cleaning and clearing things from someone else's land in preparation for next week's camp-out of cavers. Not that he complains about the state of our yard and flowerbeds more than once every 3 days or anything.

And I found Blaze (the mama finch) dead in the bottom of the cage. No marks no warning, and everyone else seems fine.

Meme me

Jul. 19th, 2008 02:59 am
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This thoughtful little exercise was brought to me by [profile] phantomminuet .  (And my apologies to [personal profile] mercuryblue144, who tagged me for an equally interesting but longer game, which I promise to get to.)

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a personal nature.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

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I am home!! 
My darlin' was VERY glad to see me, and I, him.  Happy happy homecoming.


Thomas is in Tennessee, and I'm STILL at home.  Just phenomenal the strides he's made this year.  I called today and asked my mother, and she says he's just fine.  Working hard.  So I'm free to stay here and take care of the many things that have been left undone here on the home front.

And Mark and I are getting a taste of what it's like when the nest is empty.  Meals for two, privacy, etc.  And I was able to spend a day alone in my own house.  weird, but nice.
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For those of you on the edge of your chairs with anticipation (just me, huh?) it is now 59.5 hours until I see my beloved.
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Going home this coming weekend!  In fact, leaving Thursday from work.  Expect to be with my darlin' not later than 9pm, 7/10/8.  That would be 71 hours from now.  The countdown starts.

AND!  Thomas thinks he will be comfortable coming back by himself!!  YAY!!  This is incredibly great for two reasons. 

1.  I get to stay home!  It's been fun up here, but I'm starting to really miss Mark, and be a little homesick.  And, I've just about worked my way out of a job.  I've gotten lots of things taken care of, and now I'm just cleaning out old files to get drawer room.  And answering phones, handling emergencies, etc. 

2.  Thomas is gaining confidence!  He was definitely not willing to be up here by himself when this all started, June 1.  I not only had to be in town, I had to be in the building.  Then, he got used to me staying at the house.  Now, he's so comfortable that I can be in another state.  This is such incredible improvement in Thomas's abilities to function socially that I wouldn't believe it if I weren't here to see it.

and a bonus:

3.  If I'm staying home to take care of them and make sure they get a good start in life, Thomas and I can actually buy fish to go in our Aquarium!!  We bought plants last time we were home, and they've had time to take good root.  So, fishies!
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Thankfully, after taking all the drugs I had in the house, and a long hot shower (long enough to use all the hot water and turn me to a prune), I felt much better by the time my darling got home from the cave. 

Good thing too.  Thomas was over at his friend's house.
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One more day in AL.  In fact not a full 24hrs, now, more like about15.  I've been non-stop for the last several days, trying to think of all things I have to prepare/get done before I leave.   I don't know.   Too much.

So, today, the toilet breaks.  The bobbing thing has clogged completely with Calcium (we get our water from Artesian wells in LIMESTONE, so our calcium deposits on everything from teapots to ice makers is scary).  So we need that part.  Not a big deal, I've replaced several over the years.  But ya know, I don't have time to deal with this one.  So Mark and I are talking,   Kinda going over the schedules, that I still have a lot left to do before I go, that yes, I will make sure he has all the underwear possible clean before i go, etc.   He's going to leave work early tomorrow and go caving, and all day Saturday, but apparently be home Sunday.  So I said, "maybe you could get the part and fix the toilet Sunday."  He actually looks at me  and asks, "what are you doing tomorrow?"   No,no, it's okay, he's still alive, there were no swords handy.  After my vision clears, I look at him, and say, "multitudes of things too numerous to name."  And he's still looking at me perplexed.  Amazed I'm going to leave him for 2 weeks with a broken toilet.  Anybody want to place bets on whether he will fix it, or just go down the hall to the guest bath for two weeks?  This is a man mind you who won't open one piece of mail the whole time I'm gone.  It will every piece of it, junk and car tag decals (the old ones expire Saturday.  The new ones are coming in the mail.  I registered the cars, but he'll be driving around with an expired tag until I get back and put the decal on for him) alike, be on the dining room table in a stack, waiting for me..

I know, this was the deal.  I never have to work.  But I run the household.  Completely, except lawn stuff.  And, of course, the new puppy.  Whom I took stitches out of the other day  (we got him fixed, and I always take the stitches out myself from all the animals and minor cuts on kids.  Way less traumatic than another trip to a doctor/vet).  I told Mark he had to hold the puppy down while I pulled them.  He says, I don't think I can do that.  From me:  Silence.   Mark:He's very wiggly.  Me:  Two options, dear -- 1, hold the puppy still enough that I can get the stitches out. 2,You take your puppy to the vet and wait for him while they take the stitches out.  He opts for #1, I'm quick, no one but Mark is traumatized.

Anyway, I don't mind the deal, most of the time.  I lead a good life.  He never questions anything I do house or car or money wise.  But sometimes, I just want to stake him.
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In 15 mins, local time, it'll be over.  Always a mixed emotion day for me.  I always think of a definition I heard years ago.  Mother's Day: the one day of the year we treat mothers the way we treat fathers every day.


Mark and Thomas did shop for and cook supper (grilled burgers, corn on the cob, French fries) all by themselves (with only a couple of questions for the mother) and Thomas did all the cleaning afterward.  Of course, does it count if they "give me" a meal I wasn't going to cook anyway?  I never cook on Sunday.


 so, pretty much me, all the usual
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I remember back in January I was going to keep track of all the books I read this year. Somehow I've not been doing that. Not that I've read anything worth listing. Murder mysteries, etc. Probably some of the best stuff I've read this year has been fan fiction.

I've got to cut back somewhere. It's all good stuff, and I love doing it, but I'm strung out a bit thin. But what to trim? I'm to the point of having to consider cutting one of the fun or rewarding things. I've already tried giving up all the ucky stuff I'd give up at the least excuse. I tried giving up cooking and laundry, but it didn't create enough free space, and Mark thought I no longer loved him. So I'm doing the laundry again. Cooking I'm still stalling about. And I do almost no cleaning. I hired a young girl to come in once a week. It helps, but not enough.

So what's going to go? The work for the Autism Society is definitely the most time consuming, and not the most predictable. I get caught on the phone, or yesterday someone stopped in to pick up something and stayed for an hour asking me questions and for advice. But I love it. And I'm making a difference in people's lives. Schooling Thomas takes almost no time now. Being online and reading fanfic is simply NOT on the table. Working at the Homeschool is also very rewarding, and keeps me around young people. And a great many of my friends are there. I don't know.
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Gross sick.  All the usual flu-ish symptoms.  Thomas woke up sick Monday.  Me, yesterday morning.

One funny little do-you-live-in-the-same-house-as-me  Episode came because of Calculus.  Thomas had a test Tuesday at 9am.  He'd had a fever the night before of 102F and I'd written is professor that I wouldn't let him come in, hoped he be able to do a make-up.  Prof writes back, "Please don't let him come sick."  The next morning, in my delirium, I mumble something about, "Check on Thomas," before I pass back out.  I slept 'til noon, And when I woke up Tomas was asleep on the couch.  It wasn't until that night that someone said something about T having gotten 105 on his test.  Test? What test?  Seems Mark had taken "check on Thomas" as "get Thomas up and take him to calculus."  Which he did.  Dr. Tyler gave Thomas a test and made him sit in an empty classroom across the hall. I asked Thomas about telling Dad that mom had already emailed Dr. Tyler, and he said, "I'm sick, I couldn't remember all that." But the remembered 105% of the Calc.  Strange brain my child.  It's like the night he had his first little fender-bender, and he couldn't remember the other party's name, but he knew the license number.


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