The Best Laid Plans...
Oct. 26th, 2003 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rowangolightly..oft go astray! After the delayed start to see Bruce (poor Dad needed some hand-holding and then when he was back home, couldn't find the car key to give me *sigh) I made it onto the road about 2pm. And of course, as often happens, when things go astray it ends up being an domino-effect chain reaction. Since I was on that side of town, I decided to take Hwy 71 instead of Bruce's short-cut which is quicker and much more interesting. I did not count on the Grandview Trianble and the Harrisonville adding an hour to my trip at the start. And then, I realized towards Tulsa that Bruce's instructions ended with "Get on the turnpike." Hmmm, obvious to someone who's driven it a million times and should be to me who has ridden it a bunch, but I'll plead guilty that I don't pay much attention to directions when I'm riding and not driving. Added to the fact that I've never ridden or driven straight to Bruce's house - no wait, that's not right, I did a month ago when Bruce brought me down here after the emergency call, but I think I can be forgiven not having much clarity at that time.
Needless to say, I got lost. I drove on into Tulsa, but had the good sense to recognize some things and head in appproximately the right direction; stopped and called him when I needed to and he guided me in. Only added another 1/2 to the trip! Plus the embarassment of getting turned around after bragging that I don't get lost easily! *double sigh* At least I got here! Now the plan was for me to spend Friday night, Saturday and to leave too-freakin' early on Sunday morning to get back for a fitting/delivery at 11ish today.
Well, Saturday sped by as it always does during a limited-time-trip with one's love. Some errands run, and the needed-work on my car (bless his heart!) and some sweet spoiling that my love is very, very good at doing and that I'm not accustomed, but thoroughly enjoy and equally enjoy returning! Ain't love grand?
So of course, Sunday 6am came too stinking early. And after checking my oil and buying me breakfast at QuikTrip, we parted with mutually aching hearts, each to our separate duties and responsibilities.
However... just after Vinita, I felt a pop and high-speed thwap-thwap-thwap and the heart-sinking knowledge of a blown tire at 80mph. It was one of those times when time went into slow-speed; split seconds before I realized it, checked traffic and pulled over to the side. Now, my AAA expired in September, without the funds to renew, but Bruce, bless his heart, had supplied me with an emergency cell phone, for just such a purpose. And as much as I hate having to be a rescued-female, I was immensely grateful to be able to call him and request help. He immediately found someone to come and take care of it and with his usual forethought gave me their number in case I needed it; of coure, they were late and I *did* need the number. It him 5 minutes to change it to the little donut tire in the trunk. Oh yeah - I couldn't do it myself, even though I (theoretically) knew how and even though there was a jack - there was no tire iron. (yeah, I bet it's still in Richard's garage) Well, of course, at that point, I'd missed the appointment I'd needed to get back early for, so I decided to go back to Bruce. In fact, he convinced me to stay to Tuesday, as I have work I can do that does need to be done. The clincher is that Tim can use that time to clear out the basement so I can really get to town in packing when I return. And yes, I did tell Tim on the phone - he agreed - we'll see if it does or not!
So, while it does dismay me just a tad to realize just how much it already feels like I'm going home when I'm on my way back to Bruce's (and yes, I *did* drive it correctly this time) we both were glad to be back together again (now is that the most obvious phrase I've typed?) And we piled into Bruce truck to take the tire back to Wal-Mart to be replaced with less than 500 miles on it - big honkin' hole in it! And yes, when it was brought back home (eek - I even typed it!) *I* changed it so Bruce would be sure that I could and gave me some good tips from experience that were helpful. I think he's still just a bit surprised sometimes that I'm no shrinking violet even though he's well aware that I'm not the least afraid of hard work - I know what he's been used to. Oh yes, and a brief lovely chat with Amber, who obviously misses her Daddy, but what a sweetie and what a terrific young lady to have at my back! She's quite a gal. And time will take care of everything else.
For the record - for the umpteenth time - I'm so lucky, we are so lucky, to have found one another. And I still pinch myself sometimes that I get to have the love of the man I never thought I could have. Sure there'll be work and stuff to be dealt with. But when I compare this with how I felt a year ago - wow - determined to make my life work, but very lonely and trying not to think too far ahead about some things I had no way to deal with. Now, we have a whole life ahead of us that we get to do however we want - what a difference love makes? (ok - the second most obvious phrase I've typed.
And now I'm gonna go watch some tv with my love! 'night!
Needless to say, I got lost. I drove on into Tulsa, but had the good sense to recognize some things and head in appproximately the right direction; stopped and called him when I needed to and he guided me in. Only added another 1/2 to the trip! Plus the embarassment of getting turned around after bragging that I don't get lost easily! *double sigh* At least I got here! Now the plan was for me to spend Friday night, Saturday and to leave too-freakin' early on Sunday morning to get back for a fitting/delivery at 11ish today.
Well, Saturday sped by as it always does during a limited-time-trip with one's love. Some errands run, and the needed-work on my car (bless his heart!) and some sweet spoiling that my love is very, very good at doing and that I'm not accustomed, but thoroughly enjoy and equally enjoy returning! Ain't love grand?
So of course, Sunday 6am came too stinking early. And after checking my oil and buying me breakfast at QuikTrip, we parted with mutually aching hearts, each to our separate duties and responsibilities.
However... just after Vinita, I felt a pop and high-speed thwap-thwap-thwap and the heart-sinking knowledge of a blown tire at 80mph. It was one of those times when time went into slow-speed; split seconds before I realized it, checked traffic and pulled over to the side. Now, my AAA expired in September, without the funds to renew, but Bruce, bless his heart, had supplied me with an emergency cell phone, for just such a purpose. And as much as I hate having to be a rescued-female, I was immensely grateful to be able to call him and request help. He immediately found someone to come and take care of it and with his usual forethought gave me their number in case I needed it; of coure, they were late and I *did* need the number. It him 5 minutes to change it to the little donut tire in the trunk. Oh yeah - I couldn't do it myself, even though I (theoretically) knew how and even though there was a jack - there was no tire iron. (yeah, I bet it's still in Richard's garage) Well, of course, at that point, I'd missed the appointment I'd needed to get back early for, so I decided to go back to Bruce. In fact, he convinced me to stay to Tuesday, as I have work I can do that does need to be done. The clincher is that Tim can use that time to clear out the basement so I can really get to town in packing when I return. And yes, I did tell Tim on the phone - he agreed - we'll see if it does or not!
So, while it does dismay me just a tad to realize just how much it already feels like I'm going home when I'm on my way back to Bruce's (and yes, I *did* drive it correctly this time) we both were glad to be back together again (now is that the most obvious phrase I've typed?) And we piled into Bruce truck to take the tire back to Wal-Mart to be replaced with less than 500 miles on it - big honkin' hole in it! And yes, when it was brought back home (eek - I even typed it!) *I* changed it so Bruce would be sure that I could and gave me some good tips from experience that were helpful. I think he's still just a bit surprised sometimes that I'm no shrinking violet even though he's well aware that I'm not the least afraid of hard work - I know what he's been used to. Oh yes, and a brief lovely chat with Amber, who obviously misses her Daddy, but what a sweetie and what a terrific young lady to have at my back! She's quite a gal. And time will take care of everything else.
For the record - for the umpteenth time - I'm so lucky, we are so lucky, to have found one another. And I still pinch myself sometimes that I get to have the love of the man I never thought I could have. Sure there'll be work and stuff to be dealt with. But when I compare this with how I felt a year ago - wow - determined to make my life work, but very lonely and trying not to think too far ahead about some things I had no way to deal with. Now, we have a whole life ahead of us that we get to do however we want - what a difference love makes? (ok - the second most obvious phrase I've typed.
And now I'm gonna go watch some tv with my love! 'night!