Day Nine

Or should I say day one again? This first week was very trying for us. It's the beginning of what seems like such a long time apart, and the end seems to be no where in sight. I had made plans for the weekend, to help keep me busy. However, these all quickly changed when Bryan needed me to go out to Cali for the weekend. And I gladly went. I love to fly, and love any excuse for a 'vacation', even if it's just two unplanned days to help my hubby wick away some of the home sickness. Friday night was a flurry of texts and then me on an airplane to hop the 1 1/2 hours to see him. It was hard not to run off the plane and out the airport to his parked rental car. My smile was huge and his relief was felt in return. It was wonderful getting in an early sneak 'peak', as originally I would've had to wait til this Friday. The flight home was long and I wasn't nearly as eager to jump off the plane, but the cold of SLC got my butt moving. This morning I awoke to about a quarter inch of snow, which has been added to all day long, but stayed at a quarter inch. And now it's frozen to everything. This should make the morning commute interesting (I'm glad it's only 5 minutes away).
And finally for all those who have been waiting so patiently. This picture isn't a very good one, as I did take it with my phone, but the digital camera is with Bryan while the computer is with me. But at least everyone who's wondered what the house looks like can get an idea.

Day One

It is now officially 24 hours since Bryan left for training in Elk Grove for three months. It was hard to drive away from the airport, watching him become smaller in the rear view mirror, and even harder in his truck (that vehicle is all him). I kept the music down low so I wouldn't miss any phone calls or texts. And good thing I did, as he texted to let me know his flight had been delayed. Last night was a little sleepless, as I stayed up half the night waiting for the call that he had landed safely, and then the second call that he had arrived at his hotel safely too. But I didn't mind. When I finally did go to sleep, it was to bright windows which reminded me of his comment the night before of the moon being extremely bright. When I let the dogs out this morning, I noticed the outside light on the back of our bedroom was on. Oops! Definitely a bright moon for the neighbors. I even drove his truck to work today, as it felt like I would be spending time with him. The girls at work all asked me how I was faring so far, and it made me smile. It's only been one day. Nothing to worry about yet. At this point, it seems like an adventure, not loneliness.
But I do miss him. The sweetheart buttoned everything up for me before he left. We finished the siding and soffit, got the Camaro winterized, and even found time to dig out the flowerbed on the east side and lay down stones instead to create a spot for the garbage cans. I even have Christmas lights up, all ready to go for when the season is here. He worked so hard, that his weary bones gave him a claustrophobic scare on the plane and made his waning cold come back a little. Poor guy is in a hotel room with no one to help take care of him. And believe me, for him this is weird as I'm an overbearing caretaker who will get everything and anything for you, no matter the cost or time involved. I hope he starts feeling better soon, as I'm sure all my texts of what may help are making him wearier.

No Way. Way.

When we first moved to Logan, poor as we were, we did try to go and have fun by eating out at some of the local restaurants. We tried Firehouse, and as soon as we opened the menus, our eyeballs popped and jaws dropped. Holy cow! They wanted a fortune! (By the way, their pricing is better now; we later found out they were a brand new restaurant). We promptly stood up, and walked out. Later on we tried another place called Kate's Kitchen and the same thing happened. We couldn't believe what they wanted for a simple chicken and mashed potato dinner. Once again, we stood up and left. Then we tried the Bluebird, which was semi-expensive, but the experience there was....weird. We had the misfortune of watching a woman nurse her baby fully exposed. It was horrible!
Now that we're world travelers, we like to think we know a thing or two about food (it's called a connoisseur).
Last week, we decided to try another local yokel. We went to the Coppermill. We'd been told over and over to go there, and we finally took the plunge. The atmosphere of the restaurant wasn't bad at all. It was quiet and semi-formal. Once seated and handed our menus, our eyeballs started a little popping. We're no longer poor, as we often eat at Hamilton's, but we were finding it hard to want to order 10 oz prime rib for $22, with only a baked potato, and self serve salad. Or a halibut dinner with the same choice, no fries. We ordered drinks, and went back to trying to decide what to order. And that's when the penny dropped. Out came 20 oz bottled sodas. Excuse me? I turned to Bryan with the menu hiding my face and asked if what I was seeing was right. At first, Bryan started to say yes, that maybe they had run out and gone for sodas at the local market. But then our eyes started to snake around the restaurant and everyone had bottled sodas. Uh-uh. I was not ordering a meal here. We got the ticket for our drinks, paid, and walked out. Where did we go? Hamilton's. And what did I have? The best draft Dr. Pepper you will ever find, along with yummy cranberry bread and a prime rib dinner (with fries, a salad, and squash) for only $16. Bryan got beef wellington, which was some of the most tender meat he's ever had. As we ate, we giggled about the situation. How often does someone have the courage to stand up at a restaurant and say no way and walk out? I work hard for my money, and expect to only pay out to those who work hard to earn my share. I may have high standards, but I'm not snobbish. I'll eat at the greasiest mom & pop burger shop anywhere, but it better be good.
I wonder where we'll walk out next?