Today is Mr. Honey's birthday! He is 63 years old. Yep, he's waaaayyyyy older than me.
I was thinking about dropping in his high school picture, but I still think I can get more with the inheritance than with the divorce settlement.
And he's nowhere to be seen.
He should be, at this moment, in Wisconsin. His mom had two siblings remaining and Uncle Louis passed away a few days ago and he and his brother and sister-in-law went up this morning for the service. Why didn't I go? Because this evening is our niece's wedding rehearsal (Mr. Honey's sister's youngest child) and I am singing. I needed to stay here just in case traffic coming back from Wisconsin keeps them from getting back in time for the rehearsal. So we have that strange convergence of events: celebrating a life given, a life being started and an eternal life begun.
Time. It just goes on. And our existence in time means we will come to crossroads such as these where we feel different, opposing feelings and thoughts at the same time.
Isn't it fantastic?
Mr. Honey left at 4:30 this morning and I made sure I was up so I could be the first to wish him a happy birthday and to make sure he got off OK - even though he's only about five hours away, we both agreed last night how much we hate being apart. You know what he said? "When you're not there it's like; where am I?"
You gotta wish a guy like that happy birthday at the earliest possible time, don't you?
He's decided he wants to have his birthday dinner downtown in the big city next Thursday at Miller's Pub. It's a great place. It's one of those old school kind of places with the swivel chairs and round tables in a dark wood room. Our nephew works (or worked) there but we aren't going there to give him a hard time - that would just be a bonus if he's working there that day. We're gonna take the train down and walk a few blocks. It will be fun and romantic.
THIS JUST IN: THERE'S A BIRD IN THE HOUSE
I heard a noise and there it was flying around the house. I went to open the door to let it out and I don't know where it is.
Man they stink.
And Mr. Honey is in Wisconsin.
Yeah, happy birthday...
I'll be back