"Jiggity - Jig.
... Jiggity - Jig"
October 30. Son's Birthday. Away
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November 25. Thanksgiving. Away
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December 25. Christmas. Away
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January 1. New Years. Away
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February 14. Valentines Day. Away
There was a definite pattern emerging. If this kept up, I could see July 4th coming quickly. Long days and even longer weeks quickly turned into very short months. It was time for a break.
Friday. The weather in Chicago was calling for moderate temperatures and windy. The sun had been shining and it was actually a pretty day as I sped around completing errands and packing for the return home. The decision to leave had been made only moments before so I really wasn't ready - after nearly four months away it was the additional purchased clothing that threw things over the top. I needed another bag.
Saturday. The weather in Baltimore couldn't be different... cold with the promise of snow. The schools have been closed (it hadn't snowed yet - just the threat of snow - but the schools close anyway) so my wife is able to pick me up at the airport. We haven't driven three miles and I notice the sound. "What's that?" I ask her. "Don't know," she says. "It just started...". The grinding continues. "Hmmmm... sounds like a brake to me..." I think out loud.
Monday. Snow is falling. We're expecting 4-9 inches before it tappers off. Good thing we just went shopping for the new shades, drapes and hardware on Sunday. I can spend the next day or so putting them up." Welcome home." my wife says.
Tuesday. We have about 4 inches of new snow. It's lovely. The schools are open - it seems they have used too many snow days when there was no snow so they must make some up. My wife leaves for work - but only after I throw the battery charger on my car (after four months of winter non-use it didn't want to start). And since it's a small Z3, I really needed to shovel the drive first, before I could nurse it out and onto the street. Good thing the schools were delayed two hours. She would have been late.
On the way to drop her off at school, the repair shop calls about the Jeep... "All four brakes need replacing - rotors and pads... sorry... $700+... and that doesn't include the transmission...
"Welcome home." my wife says again.
I wonder if I should tell her my ticket was a round trip...
Update:
May 30. Memorial Day. Away
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June 19. Father's Day. Away
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July 4. Independence Day. Away
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July 8. Wife's Birthday. Away
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July 22. Anniversary. Will Be Away
Ah, life on the road.
