Yeah, you all clicked on this hoping to see Booman in my underwear huh? What a sad sad sad bunch of people! What brings my underwear drawer into this diary is that that is the place where the women in my family keep certain things. I don’t know why we do that and I have thought about it a lot too at times. The only thing I have been able to come up with is that the underwear drawer is where we keep our private things that live very close to our skin. Mine has my grandmothers final hand written list of what she wanted done and her last Christmas wish to my son who was just a baby then. I keep my pearls there too. I always wanted pearls and don’t ask me why, I just did. I thought that my husband would one day buy then for me and I awoke one morning once again husbandless and decided that my approach to obtaining pearls was totally fucking stupid and went and bought them for myself, Cabingirl totally understands this. I also keep the handwritten letter from my husband stamped Freemail October 2003 there. All of the “Freemail” letters before that one were about how much he loved us and missed us and how lucky he was to have the wife he had caring for our medically challenged son and our daughter while holding everything down as he fought for freedom on the other side of the world.
The October letter said no such thing. It said, “I hate it here and all I’m doing is training a new world class terrorist that tests us everyday and finds our weak points, and all we do is give them more reason to hate us and despise us and want to kill us.” It said, “My only reason to be here that will keep me sane for the next six months is that maybe I can prevent others from dying, and that is all I have to cling to to keep me going.”
On the way to my car Sunday night Mike (supersoling)said something about me being very serious or tenacious and on the way home I wondered where it all started for me. I got off the highway for awhile and hit some backroads to think about that and I discovered the answer in my underwear drawer.
We all have had best friends and we all know how sometimes what our best friend goes through colors and affects our own lives as much as our own personal experiences. My husband is my best friend. He understands things about me that have baffled most men for decades and he just showed up in my life that way. I didn’t know the day that I opened up that letter that the small front wheel drive economy wagon I bought to throw cross country skis in and head up the Rockies at the drop of hat or a few “free hours” would come to live in Alabama where there is no snow, and make huge long distance trips in all directions that could possibly end in a good jailing! I had no idea that exercise and healthy living would take a backseat to days of a foot on the gas pedal and standing in gas station stores attempting to decide which item advertised as food would take the least amount of time off of my life. I had no clue that day, but that was one of the days in my life that changed EVERYTHING. We all get those and usually we only recognize them when we get a moment to look back.
I take a break now for my favorite photo that sums it all up for me. I know a similar one has been taken but this one is mine and supersoling is a warrior born in between wars Thank God! Now he is a warrior speaking for the silenced warriors being abused right now. He fights for them and he is the epitome of an American who fully knows his personal responsibility in keeping our Democracy a Democracy and he is working overtime right now.
I got home and sent my spouse and son off on a plane to San Antonio since driving isn’t an option now with no promise of available gasoline between Alabama and San Antonio…..they seem to be having a few problems halfway in between with that. Feels very strange not being there. They are only doing blood work and such this morning and tomorrow they will do the surgery.
On my way to D.C. I forgot my bag in the other car. Usually my husband takes our fuel efficient car to work but for the D.C. trip we made a swap like we did when I went to Crawford. I packed carefully and did all I could to be very quiet getting out the door at 4:00 a.m. I got to Atlanta and made a gasoline stop and discovered that I had left my wallet in our other car. I had enough cash to fill the tank. I phoned my husband and we discussed options. I had no I.D. and no cards….no debit card, no credit card, no checks, nothing. I turned around and went back to get them. I missed the brewery get together and I missed all the great beer that you can’t get in Alabama (the crew helped me with that problem on Sunday), but I arrived safely at 2:00 a.m.
I picked my room key at the front desk and went up the elevator. I was a little too tired for a date but what the hell, I am forty and they keep telling me I’m just now hitting my prime. I was so glad he took that shirt off, aren’t you guys too? I loved the way he tossed it across the room like that and threw back the bed covers, VERY SEXY
One hot date in the big town!
Special super thanks to Shycat for providing us with our little lovenest. Thanks so so much Shycat. I had the time of my life with BostonJoe, and the Energizer Bunny aka Brotherfeldspar, and Janet and Ryan are so funny we probably should have recorded it all because it is the only way to really share it. Cabingirl is my sister in like 1,000 ways I never expected and makes the best damn Cosmopolitan I will ever have. Meredith and Jonathon and Rebecca got us to and provided us with the best damn Blue Party I have been to since I left Colorado Springs! Rebecca really is Martha Stewart with a PHD. Janet said to me that Mike (supersoling) is a born warrior and he really is. Sadly he is another man who I find my Uncle Mike in his eyes…..they both forgot to get old as they aged and they both have that healthy salt and pepper hair and they were both born warriors. Warriors have a certain stance and a certain way of carrying themselves and we all know when we are in the presence of one.