I would be remiss if I didn't share a heartfelt bit of love for my wife. She's had a pretty interesting trip around the sun since the last time I wrote similar words. I love that she is happier and healthier than she's been in years. That's really a gift for all of us that love her. She glows again and I am in awe of beauty on a daily basis.
I look forward to what the coming year brings for her. I am getting used to seeing her blossom these days and I can't help but think it will continue. She's the best. That's all I can say. I love you, babe.
Yesterday was a day. My students were pretty good, actually, and the day went by pretty smoothly, but we also lost our water heater on Sunday afternoon to a ruptured butt (the fucker leaked from the bottom, like they are apt to do). Ryan came over today and took care of it. He's got skills and I'm proud of him. He took good care of us.
He also shared with us that our soon-to-be grandbaby is going to be a girl. I am very happy for him and I think all the kids and Rhondi and the whole family are feeling likewise. He's going to be a good dad. I'm excited to meet her and can't wait to see who she is going to be.
Mary fell asleep on Connie's couch while they were watching an old movie. My Favorite Year with Peter O'Toole and Mark Linn-Baker was just the tonic for the weirded out souls after Mary's dinner time revelations, but the whiskey did them both in before O'Toole's sword was sheathed at the end.
They didn't talk much during the film, but both women were lost in thought. Connie was worried for her friend on several levels, but didn't know what to do or say for her. She also had an insatiable curiosity to see the fan. More than see it, she wanted to feel it.
While Connie couldn't say for sure that she believed in talking spiders, she did believe Mary. If Mary said it happened, it did. Of that much, she was sure, but was it real or was it just a hallucination of some sort. Either way, the next day was looming on her mind during the lighthearted comedy flickering on the television screen.
Connie had heard Mary lightly snoring next to her and covered her with an afghan her mother had knitted before turning off the TV and lights in her cozy living room. Sometimes Mary shared her bed when they had sleepovers, but usually they would end up falling asleep on the big L-shaped couch.
As she got herself ready for bed, she thought she heard Mary stir, but then there was only silence coming from the living room. Within two minutes of her head hitting her pillow, Connie was asleep, too. It was just after 10:30pm and the house was quiet.
At 1:12am, Mary sat up on the couch and stared into the darkness. Discombobulated and still a little drunk, She reached around for her phone to see the time. It felt like she had been asleep for days, but it had only been about three and a half hours.
There was a text message on her phone. Mary rubbed her eyes and stared as closely as she could muster at the number the message was from. It was her home number.
That's impossible, she thought to herself. But sure enough, it was her number. The was no text in the message but there was a video. Mary was afraid to press play, but she did anyway. The video itself was only a ten or fifteen seconds long, but it was enough to end Mary's night of sleep.
She rushed into Connie's room and woke her friend up.
"You have to see this," Mary said, shaking.
Connie took the phone from Mary's trembling hands and stared in disbelief. It was the fan. Spinning slowly and the light was blinking on and off, on and off, on and off. The pattern repeated itself three times during the duration.
(To be continued)
Again, happy birthday babe. Just a picture of me and some Toadies.