The Hubster turned 65 and for the first time in over 40 years he celebrated with his kids. Tears and smiles and hugs and sobs, yes, all of the above. So there was that. I was an emotional bystander enjoying the whole thing. He, and me too since I was with him, was wined and dined and toasted and just loved to bits. It was so wonderful to see the used to be wife and in-laws enjoying him and him them. We shed a few tears of regret that we couldn't have connected sooner but honestly? God knows the right time and circumstance and He surely put this together in the best of ways.
Weather was fabulous, warm and humid and just like summer. Shorts and tee shirts and sandals, how could a vacation be otherwise? It was in the 40's and 30's here at home and just lovely to be warm for that brief time before the winter door slams shut.
Following the week with the kids and ex in-laws we went for a drive to visit my used to. be college room mate and her family. Within 15 minutes we were 18 again and reliving every nonsensical adventure we ever had. The husbands went along very patiently with our screaming bursts of uncontrollable laughter, her sons just stood back in awe over the fact that their very competent mom could be a very silly school girl shrieking, laughing over what seemed to be nothing and me joining right in. We laughed, we drank and ate and talked and walked and then started all over again. Can't wait to see her and her hubs again and this time it won't take 20 years to do it...after all, we don't have 20 years.
My friend from Mississippi who sends the very funny emails has been sending more of the same since we left and I MUST share this one with you. I have missed this periodic posting and will be jumping all over this blog now that I have returned. I have a bunch of stuff to fill you in on.
I leave you with a laugh
IRISH GHOST STORY
John Bradford, a 20 yr old college student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a storm. No cars were traveling that night. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him.
Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stop. John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door.... only to realize there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine wasn't on!!
The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before the car hit the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralyzed with terror, watched as the hand repeatedly came through the window, but never touched or harmed him.
Shortly thereafter John saw the lights of a pub appear down the road. So, gathering strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to the pub. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrible experience he had just had.
A silence enveloped the pub when everybody realized he was crying and....wasn't drunk.
Suddenly the door opened and two other people walked in from the stormy night. They, like John, were also soaked and out of breath. Looking around, and seeing John Bradford sobbing at the bar, one said to the other.....
'Look Paddy...there's that freaking idiot that got in the car while we were pushing it.'