Friday, November 18, 2005

Missing My Man

My husband left on a jet plane yesterday AM for time in a warm sunny clime visiting our best man, and his wife and new baby. It’s 50 degrees warmer to be precise. Not that I’m bitter. Or noticing. Really.

Temps yesterday didn’t even hit 30 deg F. Our little area of town had it’s “Light Up Night” last night. I must say, they do Norman Rockwell very, very well. Kids were running around having a ball. High school musicians were playing Christmas carols (some with better success than others.). I think we should be happy that their lips didn’t stick to their trumpets and clarinets. A guy on a unicycle juggled flaming torches. And all of the store windows were done to the hilt. It was awesome. The wonderdog and I went for a walk through the area, and he was working it. He got lots and lots of attention from adults and kids both. Alas, we both ran out of steam/warm clothing before the big tree was lit up, and went home. As we were leaving, the wonderdog’s arch-nemesis, the commuter train, went by. So over the sounds of the lovely singer everyone could hear his barking.

“And they heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight…”

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