Epilogue 7 August 2006
It has been a week since I arrived in the states. AA managed to squeeze me on a very full 6 PM flight on Monday night. I arrived in Boston at 8:30 local time (3:30 A my time). My bag never made it on the flight (for those of you keeping score, this makes twice) and I didn’t get it until Wednesday morning. The lock was gone, but everything else was intact. I guess my luggage just really did not want to leave the UK.
TSB met me at Logan. I forgot to remind him about immigration and customs. He showed up at 7, fearing traffic and construction because of the Big Dig collapse and didn’t see me until 10 PM. Of course, I had to stand in yet another line after going through immigration and customs to make a claim for my lost luggage.
He drove me home and took care of me the rest of the night and all of Tuesday. I convinced him that staying in bed, sleeping and snuggling, was much more desirable than going to work.
When we got to my place, he told me of the three mice he had killed, the fridge he had cleaned and stocked and the kitchen he had cleaned. On my bed were a dozen roses, a stuffed Emperor penguin, and a lovely card. A new CD was playing (Great ladies of Jazz) and after my shower, he presented me with a simple dinner. I was in heaven. I surprised myself with how much I missed him. We decided that one of the songs on the new CD would be our first dance whenever we tie the knot.
TSB and I traveled to CT on Tuesday night to pick up my dog. It was then that my dad told me about my grandmother, who had had a massive stroke the previous Thursday and passed away Tuesday morning. While this was a surprise, it was not a shock. She was a great lady who had lived 95 full years and I am very glad that she suffered minimally in the end. The funeral was scheduled for Saturday, and I will write about that at a later time.
Halley was very happy to see me and TSB for that matter. Having her home makes my place feel complete again. It was strange to lazed all day on Tuesday and not have her next to me.
The rest of the week was uneventful. TSB and I went out for sushi with a friend of his on Friday night. Saturday I was up at 5:30 to get ready and on the road to CT in time for the family viewing and wake. Friday night, while on my way to meet TSB, my exhaust system broke, so now my car sounds like a GTO until I can get another pipe. Sunday I headed over to Skeintilly Clad’s place for an impromptu get together before her big TV debut (more on that later, as well). TSB and I had planned to picnic on the Boston Common and taking in Shakespeare in the Park, but by the time all was said and done, we decided that next weekend would be a better fit. This weekend (and the past two weeks) has been tough physically and mentally. We packed some food, leashed the dog and went to the center of Waltham for a mini picnic/sudoku fest, with some sorbet from the new place on the corner as a nightcap.
That is all for now.
Ciao.
TSB met me at Logan. I forgot to remind him about immigration and customs. He showed up at 7, fearing traffic and construction because of the Big Dig collapse and didn’t see me until 10 PM. Of course, I had to stand in yet another line after going through immigration and customs to make a claim for my lost luggage.
He drove me home and took care of me the rest of the night and all of Tuesday. I convinced him that staying in bed, sleeping and snuggling, was much more desirable than going to work.
When we got to my place, he told me of the three mice he had killed, the fridge he had cleaned and stocked and the kitchen he had cleaned. On my bed were a dozen roses, a stuffed Emperor penguin, and a lovely card. A new CD was playing (Great ladies of Jazz) and after my shower, he presented me with a simple dinner. I was in heaven. I surprised myself with how much I missed him. We decided that one of the songs on the new CD would be our first dance whenever we tie the knot.TSB and I traveled to CT on Tuesday night to pick up my dog. It was then that my dad told me about my grandmother, who had had a massive stroke the previous Thursday and passed away Tuesday morning. While this was a surprise, it was not a shock. She was a great lady who had lived 95 full years and I am very glad that she suffered minimally in the end. The funeral was scheduled for Saturday, and I will write about that at a later time.
Halley was very happy to see me and TSB for that matter. Having her home makes my place feel complete again. It was strange to lazed all day on Tuesday and not have her next to me.
The rest of the week was uneventful. TSB and I went out for sushi with a friend of his on Friday night. Saturday I was up at 5:30 to get ready and on the road to CT in time for the family viewing and wake. Friday night, while on my way to meet TSB, my exhaust system broke, so now my car sounds like a GTO until I can get another pipe. Sunday I headed over to Skeintilly Clad’s place for an impromptu get together before her big TV debut (more on that later, as well). TSB and I had planned to picnic on the Boston Common and taking in Shakespeare in the Park, but by the time all was said and done, we decided that next weekend would be a better fit. This weekend (and the past two weeks) has been tough physically and mentally. We packed some food, leashed the dog and went to the center of Waltham for a mini picnic/sudoku fest, with some sorbet from the new place on the corner as a nightcap.
That is all for now.
Ciao.
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