Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Cultural Relevance of the School Bus

Dear John,
I was reasonable today, but only because I was unreasonable last night. I went to bed, and had this little tickle-cough thing that kept waking me up. So I got up around 3:00 and took cough syrup and made some hot chocolate. It took a while for the cough to go away, so I did what any sensible person would do - I got on Facebook. Ron and Josh were on, too, so we chatted until I finally said I was too old to be up all night, and went to bed at 5:00. It was entirely too much fun. And it was a good thing I was off work today. I slept until 10, so I did get enough sleep. And I got back on Facebook this morning to see how stupid I had gotten in the wee hours of the morning, and found that I really didn't, so that was good.
I did basic housework today, and had a good day. I'm finally feeling better - maybe the flare will go away quietly. I really don't have time for it. (I know - you'd ask when I would ever have time for it, just like you always did. There you go being logical again.) And I had some fun tonight. Tomorrow will be the 100th episode of Psych, so they've been showing all the episodes, calling it the "99 Psychs on the Wall" marathon. (Which, of course, reminds me of the day I taught you to sing "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." It was a deplorable gap in your education, stemming from having lived too close to the school and never riding the school bus. I also had to teach you "Found a Peanut." Truly deplorable.) Anyway, right after NCIS they showed the "Dual Spires" episode, which I do love. The parody of Twin Peaks is dead- on and delightful. I remember how much fun we had watching it together. I think I laughed enough for both of us.
There's no particular sense in showing you this today except that it showed up on Pinterest this morning and I knew you'd love it. Isn't it terrific? Besides being hysterical, it's so accurate! Whoever thought of demonstrating cardiac rhythms using ambulances is either brilliant or sleep-deprived. Or quite possibly both. Bless you, you learned all of this stuff with me - it was so typical of our marriage. You learned the nursing stuff with me and loved it, and I learned the seminary stuff with you and loved that. We didn't grow our separate ways; we grew with each other, and enjoyed it tremendously. I got so interested in your seminary studies that I went on to get my own MA in Church History, with you supporting me all the way. Thank you for that.
While I'm at it, thank you for everything. Thank you for being who you are. I thank your mother often for bringing you up to be you; please give your father my thanks, too, until I can say it myself. After all, you are the world's only perfect man, and you were always so good to me. The only thing you ever did wrong was to leave me here without you. I know it wasn't your choice, but I also know it was what was best for you. And since I love you, I have to be glad for your sake. But not for mine.
Love you, adore you, worship the ground you walk on,

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