October 13, 2008

• Home safe... again

  Yes I let him go back to Little Sioux this weekend for the Fall Camporee.  And I was a stupid wreck until he called to say he was on his way home.  I cheated a little.  (A lot.)  I asked my dad to go with him.  I'm sure Stan would have been fine on his own.  I wasn't.  The mom of the other Little Sioux Scout from Stan's troop - she would not let her son go.  "Out of the question," she said.  She and I didn't talk about it.  We probably would have if we hadn't been in such a big group.  She and I are bonded in this. 

  The weather was supposed to be clear, and then it wasn't, and I had it up on the Internet at work and checked it constantly.  I bless my dad forever for hiking to a high point above the trees... the only place he could get a signal... and calling me on Saturday.  "Everything's fine," he said.  "The boys are having a great time."  He was calling to check the weather, since it had showered lightly off and on.  Stan had heard a little thunder, but was okay.  Bless the weather for holding off until Sunday night.  It started raining about midnight I guess, and hasn't stopped since.  No thunder, just lovely fall rain.  Frank and I had lunch at a swanky place in Dundee where no fewer than 3 waitresses admired my shiny green boots.  He teased my vanity over our smoked salmon tart and french onion soup.  I'd taken my umbrella with us when we left my house.  He drove back to work and I walked home in the rain.  It is 46 degrees and that's as warm as it's going to get today.  I got warm enough on the walk home to switch my sweater for a T-shirt, and here I sit, toasty and rosy-cheeked, well-fed and well-f##kd, children returned safe, and almost 3 hours to myself ahead. 

  I love Mondays off.

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