That means when he’s out of the country – as he is now – I don’t hear from him. Not only does he refuse to use email and Facebook, he gets cranky with those who do. He is surrounded by Facebook users though, and I have been treated to several photos already, one of which was Dear Husband himself, speaking in the host church.
The missions team has been in El Salvador since late Friday. This is my third night alone. At first, I rather enjoy rearranging things, having the remote to myself; reading my Nook in bed without bothering anyone . . . . but tonight the fun is wearing off.
So far each day has had an “event”; something I have had as a touchstone for that day. Yesterday was Dear Daughter-In-Law’s birthday. I got to tickle Noah and giggle with him over poop jokes and listen to him read “If I Ran the Zoo”.
Today I attended my daughter’s vocal recital. Her pure, clear voice soared out over the audience. She was dolled up in her ‘forties look: polka dot dress and pin curls.
Tomorrow evening I get to babysit all three grandchildren.
After that? Well, here’s hoping it goes fast.