Well, the man made it home last night before I even went to sleep. I heard his footsteps and next thing I knew, there was a big old handsome guy in my bedroom. He was back!
Jack was surprised. And delighted, I believe. He asked for a little attention while I was getting mine. All is right with the world. Daddy's home. He was pretty wired and mighty tired after all those hours on the road but he took a shower and settled in and fell asleep pretty fast. It felt right but it also felt a bit weird- I had become used to not worrying if I was keeping him awake. I think we are both hyper-aware of that. If we have a family credo it may be, "Sleep is Sacred."
He slept until nine this morning and thus, I did too, because I was afraid to get up, fearing that I would wake him. Sleep is sacred and especially after a trip like that.
He had some business to attend to this morning- getting the rental car back and picking up some deer sausage that had been processed up in Coon Bottom, which is yes, a town, near Havana, not in Cuba, but Florida. He may have had some other things to do too, but he made it home around two so it wasn't that much. Then the unloading and unpacking began.
While he was gone, I took a walk. Someone must have given Harvey a shitload of chairs. He has seating all over his yard. Some of it arranged, some of it rather random. Once again, he has reorganized and redecorated. I did not see him but I admired his work.
The wildflowers are blooming with their requisite wild abandon, tossing their pretty little heads in the breeze as if they were chatting to one another. It is mostly the yellow, golden, and purple blossoms showing off right now.
Here's a field that I found to be quite fine.