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November21

            Yesterday I slipped a hand washable sweater into the washer along with some other delicate items and washed it on the gentle, hand-wash cycle with cold water.  I planned to lay the sweater out to dry before throwing the other items in the dryer.  Before the wash cycle finished, however, we received a call from Gabby inviting us to the school Thanksgiving play.  I didn’t think of the sweater again until I was washing up for bed.  I decided it could wait until morning.

            Then I walked into the bedroom and saw an outfit lying on the bed that had been in the washer with the sweater.  Ted, as he often does, had noticed the unfinished laundry and had dried the clothes for me.  I was speechless with panic.  I love that sweater!  Rebecca and Chad gave it to me!  Had it been ruined by the dryer?  What should I say?

            I really think Ted enjoyed watching me.  The damp sweater was safely lying on the drying rack outside the family room.  I’d like to take credit for teaching him how to do the laundry—after all, I did show him how to use the machine years ago before I was laid up for six weeks after surgery, and he had to do laundry again when I broke my foot.  However, I never entrusted him with hand-washable-lay-flat-to-dry clothing.

            He’s an amazing house-husband.

Drying Sweater

Drying Sweater

 

 

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Thames Barrier

October19

            Yesterday Ted, Chad, Becca, and I went to a craft fair, only to learn we arrived a week late.  It was my fault.  During the forty-mile ride there, Becca had misgivings about the date because we didn’t encounter the expected traffic.  When we arrived and saw no crowds and smelled no food, I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I would hear about this again.  My reputation for accuracy of dates has been seriously damaged.

            I have no doubt the day will live in infamy.  After all, one of us has never lived down the fact that in  the summer of 1990 we drove all the way to Nags Head, NC, only to learn that our reservations were for the following week.  Then there was the incident in London, where one or two of us (not me—I’d never heard of it!) had a burning desire to see the Thames Barrier.  We took the tube to the closest stop, then walked, and walked, and walked.  We never found it.  Also, we will never forget the incident in Las Vegas when the same person responsible for the Nags Head fiasco thought it would be interesting to walk, rather than take a cab, to the Rio to see the Penn and Teller show for which we had tickets.  It almost turned out to be a case of ‘you can’t get there from here’—at least not on foot.  As these ordeals were being remembered at lunch today, Chad recalled the time a certain person (also responsible for the Barrier debacle) thought it would be interesting to go over the Paw Paw tunnel on the C & O bike trail, rather than through it.  (Today, she admits the tunnel scared her.)  The trail would have been difficult unencumbered, but on bikes, it was nearly impossible for a woman in her 50s.  The only thing that kept me from complete collapse was my unwillingness to let my daughter’s boyfriend see me crumple under pressure.

            I would like to point out that this is the first time I have had to take responsibility for our ill-advised escapades.  Becca insists this is because she and Ted are the ones who plan our excursions, but I’m not so sure.

            In all honesty, I also have to say that the outcomes have not been all bad.  I can’t think of anything positive about the Las Vegas walk except that we survived and we arrived in time for the show.  However, on that evening in Nags Head we had a delicious seafood dinner, and Paul, on his temporary license at the time, acquired a lot of driving experience in a single day.  In London, we saw parts of the Thames that tourists—and probably most Londoners—never see, and we met a friendly cab driver who tried to help us out.  Our rugged mountain climb netted me the respect of my future son-in-law.  And yesterday’s drive provided a spectacular display of fall foliage along the way.  We had a good time eating at a local grill and browsing in the town’s charming shops before driving home, too. 

            Best of all, we remain friends and can laugh at each other’s foibles.

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I am a Christian, a mother and grandmother, a sister, a daughter, a teacher, a widow, a friend. . .  My life is first of all defined by relationships–to God, to my family, to my students, to my friends. Of course, I am many other things: a reader, an e-mail writer, a piano player, and a somewhat reluctant traveler, for example.  And now I am a blogger.  I’m not sure why, except it seems to be a logical next step for someone addicted to e-mail.

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