Our one-year anniversary...
We traveled so much on Thursday, driving up to Allentown in my dead father's truck in hopes that we would get a new car. The weather was nasty; rainy and annoying with traffic that didn't seem to help us go anywhere. I signed paperwork, signed up in my new car for OnStar for some reason, and the heavens opened on my new car and my year-old husband. We sat in the new seats, fresh car smell, the engine plugging along as I relearned how to drive stick again the Valley I had left a decade ago. It poured on us as I sat in my new car, holding the rosaries from my father's truck. I could barely see through the windshield at the truck I was leaving as I sobbed with rosaries in my hands.
We left, driving down back roads as I tried to figure out what six gears meant when I was used to five. The English reverse proved interesting. We stopped for some dinner on a back golf course, wished each other a happy anniversary. Fidget fell asleep during the drive as I cruised up and down hills getting to Gettysburg. We pulled into our AirBnB, where we were greeted with a sign that said, "Happy anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Huffines!" and that made me sad.
I looked up where we were on a map and saw we were in Carroll Valley.
I tried to make myself coffee the next day, seeing flavored creamers. French Vanilla.
Fine, Da-ee, I see you.
I've sat on a dock, fed ducklings and baby geese, and let the smells of the lake comfort my tattered soul. Indeed, I have my new car (Beaker!). Indeed, we made it to the battlefields to learn of the Civil War. We ate good food and took in some history, then retreated to our little basement apartment to decompress from the over-stimulation I was feeling from having to lip read for two hours.
We slept in a high, fluffy bed. We ate some pub grub. There was an amazing lightning storm last night that bounced off the lake and periodically illuminated our drive back on back roads while I tried to downshift then upshift back to where I needed the engine to be. I got a massage and momentarily forgot how to order a pizza. I've slept in a comfy chair, then a comfy couch, and back to the high, fluffy bed.
This is what I needed from the past few weeks. Trying to figure out Momma's business, selling Da-ee's truck, arguing with Momma's housekeeper. Where the peace of the lake reminds me of my marriage with my husband. That he continues to make me laugh and surprise me. That we can eat year-old frozen wedding cakes which were still edible and amazingly delicious.
We're going back to Baltimore in our new car. The titling business will start back up tomorrow. I won't have to go to Towson again for my father, at least right now. I'll visit Momma and show her pictures, and maybe we'll go tooling about in Beaker. I'll continue to relearn stick shift and be easy on the second gear...
... it's so good to get away and recenter by the water.
We left, driving down back roads as I tried to figure out what six gears meant when I was used to five. The English reverse proved interesting. We stopped for some dinner on a back golf course, wished each other a happy anniversary. Fidget fell asleep during the drive as I cruised up and down hills getting to Gettysburg. We pulled into our AirBnB, where we were greeted with a sign that said, "Happy anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Huffines!" and that made me sad.
I looked up where we were on a map and saw we were in Carroll Valley.
I tried to make myself coffee the next day, seeing flavored creamers. French Vanilla.
Fine, Da-ee, I see you.
I've sat on a dock, fed ducklings and baby geese, and let the smells of the lake comfort my tattered soul. Indeed, I have my new car (Beaker!). Indeed, we made it to the battlefields to learn of the Civil War. We ate good food and took in some history, then retreated to our little basement apartment to decompress from the over-stimulation I was feeling from having to lip read for two hours.
We slept in a high, fluffy bed. We ate some pub grub. There was an amazing lightning storm last night that bounced off the lake and periodically illuminated our drive back on back roads while I tried to downshift then upshift back to where I needed the engine to be. I got a massage and momentarily forgot how to order a pizza. I've slept in a comfy chair, then a comfy couch, and back to the high, fluffy bed.
This is what I needed from the past few weeks. Trying to figure out Momma's business, selling Da-ee's truck, arguing with Momma's housekeeper. Where the peace of the lake reminds me of my marriage with my husband. That he continues to make me laugh and surprise me. That we can eat year-old frozen wedding cakes which were still edible and amazingly delicious.
We're going back to Baltimore in our new car. The titling business will start back up tomorrow. I won't have to go to Towson again for my father, at least right now. I'll visit Momma and show her pictures, and maybe we'll go tooling about in Beaker. I'll continue to relearn stick shift and be easy on the second gear...
... it's so good to get away and recenter by the water.