Now that he's on his way home, I'll go ahead and mention that he's been gone since Wednesday morning. Rather than tell the whole world I was home alone, I opted to say nothing until he headed back from Georgia. The oldest grandson wanted to go visit his dad, our son, in Georgia. Heather couldn't get off work to go, so Arick invited Cliff along. I stayed home to care for baby chickens and calves because somebody's gotta do it.
I thought I would maybe splurge a few calories while the cat was away, but I ended up staying on my "eating sensibly" plan pretty well until yesterday: Heather made Easter dinner, so I hitched a ride over there with the daughter. All I had to make was Oreo Delight, so I had an easy Easter. I had a good visit with Heather's grandparents, people I have known for forty years but had not seen to chat with in ages. Her grandpa had open heart surgery several months ago and had the same cardiologist, as well as the same surgeon, that Cliff had. That gave us PLENTY to talk about, believe me.
The one strange meal I had in Cliff's absence was one that used to be a regular for me when we were gaining weight like prize hogs: six cups of popcorn with four tablespoons of butter on it as a whole meal... with a Pepsi throwback on the side. The calories worked out fine in my daily tally, but I might have been a little short on the nutrition that day.
It was a good time to be a widow for six days, thanks to the weather. I puttered in the garden, tended the electric fences, and walked as early in the day as I chose, which would be as soon as the sun was up. Cliff isn't a morning person, so we normally wait until Craigslist has been perused thoroughly, three cups of coffee have been very slowly consumed (you can't imagine how slowly), and mother nature calls.
A good time was had by all during his absence, except that originally Cliff had told me they were heading home Sunday morning, and that is the information that stuck in my head in spite of the fact that later, he says, he corrected that. So when I called yesterday asking him if they were on the road yet and he said, "Oh, we're not coming home until tomorrow," my heart sank. Perhaps that had something to do with my "weepy" entry yesterday (thanks for the kind comments, by the way).
So yes, I did miss him, even though I didn't realize it until yesterday when I learned his homecoming was delayed.
The comments on my blog these days are few and far between. I think there are two reasons for that: The main one, I believe, is that so many of my readers are on Facebook, and when I share entries there, that's where they comment. The other is that some people aren't able to comment on the actual blog, which is a shame, but I'm not "techie" enough to figure out the problem.
Here's something I often wonder about: A lot of people use word verification on their blog entries to keep the spam away, and that's fine. But if you are one of those who doesn't allow comments to be posted until you approve them, then why bother with word verification? You're going to be reading it anyway, why make your readers jump through hoops? Oh well, that's just a little something to keep my mind busy when there's nothing else to do, I suppose.