Yesterday I arrived, after a brutal 16 hour drive, complete with a car packed to the gils, my beloved doggie and a full bladder to my sister’s house. When I left my home, at the lovely hour of 5am it was 23 degrees. Upon arrival to my sister’s, it was 72 degrees.
I am headed to the beach on Monday. I have a wedding to go to today and plans to see friends tomorrow.
You all don’t really care about that now, do you? You’re here to read about how my last visit with Mr. OoT went. He visited for 2 days. It was a good visit. He helped me get the house in order and offered to help with several other things (that he mysteriously ended up sleeping through). Mr. OoT needs explicit instruction and a bit of prodding to actually accomplish anything that he has promised. His intentions are good. His follow through needs a bit of help.
Day one we puttered around the house. Did tons of yard work, checked gutters, changed light bulbs, cleared out the crawl space. You know, romantic stuff. I made us dinner and then we sat in the back yard, all bundled up, by my fire pit. Now the ‘idea’ of a fire pit on a cold night is much better than the actuality of one. Maybe it was the sad singular duraflame log that I used, but still.
Day 2 we ran a few errands and then had a proper date night. Happy hour (my FAVORITE hour) and a movie. We wandered around a cute upscale shopping area and had a kind stranger take some cute pics of us. Mr. OoT doesn’t drink. He has always said he doesn’t mind if I do. He has been sober since the age of 19. We only go to happy hours at nice restaurants. Places that don’t feel like a ‘bar’. The place we went has amazing food and an indoor fireplace feature. We sat by there and enjoyed some yummy food and great service. I would never even think of taking Mr. OoT to a bar-bar. You know, one complete with pool tables, the aroma of stale beer and a bunch a drunks. I specifically choose places, on the rare occassion that we go, that are restaurant type places. He says it felt an awful lot like a ‘bar’. No clue what he’s talking about. I think he doesn’t realize how often he minimizes the effort I put into making sure he’s okay with things. Boo.
Day 3, we went out to breakfast before he left. It was an interesting good bye. We both try super hard to not let the other know how we’re feeling. Kinda weird since he used to be overly effusive about that shit. I told him that I’d miss him. Probably more than I wished I would. He said he’d miss me too. Kind of. I know he was kidding and that he will absolutely miss me a lot, but he refuses to just tell me without some shitty addition to the sentiment.