I'm on the road again today.
Here's some thoughts that are rolling around my head from the past week.
Indy was incredible in so many ways. I got to see Jinky and spend some time with her and that was good for me. The other thing that was good for me was witnessing the pride and excitement on my husband's face as his client performed (multiple times) and then watching the crowds around us go on and on about "the music." Very few people sitting around us in that crowd of 35 thousand knew that they were sitting near the man who wrote what the band was playing. I heard all kinds of comments from people and my heart almost swelled out of my chest for my husband. Those kinds of things are such a good validation for his talent. I know that he's good but I'm supposed to believe that, I'm his wife. When we get in an environment like that, and there are people who are qualified to make that kind of judgement, and they do - it's the best kind of feeling.
My joy came from watching MusicMan hear the comments, see the band perform, and be on the receiving end of accolades from the Director and then having the Director tell him that he "hopes you'll be able to write for us next year, cause we need you man."
I was so pooped from the excitement on Saturday that I was dead to the world by 9 PM. MusicMan said he watched TV until about 10 before his body and mind calmed down enough to sleep. I awoke at 4:22 AM for the day. We left the hotel around 6:15 AM. The air was very cold and very dry. I saw snowflakes flying through the air and spent the next 3 or 4 minutes trying to help MusicMan "see" them too. His eyesight isn't what it used to be. I didn't necessarily care about it snowing but Big Brother had asked me if it was going to snow where I was going and I had told him "maybe". It really was a big deal for him that I see snow while I was on my trip. Now I would be able to tell him that I saw snow - although it wasn't enough to accumulate on the ground.
We arrived to the children at the grandparent's house about 2 PM. We did make a few stops on the way that delayed our return but by 3:30, we were all in our house, snuggling on the couch, a raging fire in the fireplace, taking turns exchanging stories of the previous four days. There's a lot of nice places - but there's nothing like home.
Monday morning bright and early - I left for my parent's house. My father had two herniated disk in his lumbar repaired last week and my mom had to go out of town for her work and didn't want to leave him alone postoperatively. I arrived here on Monday after lunch to find my father sitting in his wood shop going through magazines. He is pain free for the first time in over 8 months. I didn't expect to find him in such a mobile state but I am sure glad to have found him like I did. It was good for us to be together. I prepared his meals and joked with him and on Tuesday morning, he announced that he was going to "take a ride to Lowe's." The Dr told him he could drive when he was ready and I guessed that he was ready. Upon his return, he announced that the trip went fine and he doesn't have any problem driving. I made some deliveries on Tuesday to some loyal clients that I still have in Savannah and then took care of some business with Big Sister on Tuesday afternoon. I fixed dinner for my sister and her girls along with my daddy and me and we laughed and had a good time over last night's meal.
This morning, I'm waking up and in an hour or two, I'll leave for home. My dad doesn't need constant care and I want to get a head start so that I can be home with MusicMan for a while before my MRI on my knee this afternoon.
I wish I could say that I won't travel again for a while but I train new consultants in Atlanta on Saturday - then..... I will be home for a while.
Next week is Thanksgiving. All my children will be with me in our home. There's nothing that can top that.
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