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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Monday, June 16, 2008

    Free At Last, Free At Last!

    Thank GOD she's home. I now know my limit is four days. She was gone five.

    Interesting and cool stuff ensues. She told me this morning that among the dozens of women there at the Retreat, during worship, several of them were given commands directly from God to tell all the other women in the bunch that He wants them to lay aside 1/5th of the food they buy, because Bad Times are coming. Store food, can food. Whatever it takes, lean times are coming.

    He also told them to tell the other women that war is coming to America. Soon.

    And as soon as the wife got home, Blessings began to flow. My Dad called and offered us his Volkswagen bus ('88 Vanagon). For free.

    The wife's boss called and said she wanted to give her a car, because she just bought a new one. Two free cars in one day. And our car is nearly shot, as is my truck. I was going to junk it because I'm tired of looking at it, but one of the neighbors offered me $200 for it. Which will pay for the wind-wing that thieves broke out of the wife's boss's car. And pay for several months of insurance.

    Praise the Lord?

    Gosh, I'm glad she's back. Life without her is a mix of things I can't do, and things I don't wanna do. A while back, we were given a couch by my sister, that is very comfortable. I consider it as 'my' couch. When I come downstairs, anybody on it leaps off it. Well, it is pretty ratty, so the wife bought a nice couch cover, and I'll be damned if I can keep that thing straight. When she's here, it always looks smooth and tucked. She's gone for one day, and it looks like a fucking Shar-pei.

    I can cook great, but when I look into the fridge, I can't see anything beyond two inches or so. And the stuff in the freezer may as well not exist. And I hate washing Johnny's CPAP mask.

    Well, she's back. I...Live.......Again.

    Oddly, Nat did not have one nightmare while she was gone. Last night she screeched in her sleep, so I went in and cuffed her in the head and told her to shut up. Then I covered her back up as her sheet had slipped down to the floor. She never has slept with more than a sheet loosely over her, and maybe a light blanket if it is really Dead of Winter cold.
    She's a little hotbox. If we ever have to live in our tent, we'll heat it with her.

    I think the wife is the only human I have ever truly, deeply missed. I actually make myself sick over it.

    Greater love hath no man...