One of the best parts of my day is when JB comes home from work. He always calls me when he's on his way home. And I always thank him for his "fair warning" so I can get my boyfriend out of the house before he arrives home.
Truth be known, it tells me I need to get my self out of study mode and into relax-and-be-normal mode. Time to start thinking something for dinner. The break in the action is (should be) embraced.
I'm particularly pleased when the day ends with he and I sitting on bar stools in the kitchen and talking over a glass of wine. It reminds me of why I married him.
JB has a compassionate, generous soul. He's not a saint, but he has tremendous potential.
We all have that same potential, and intimately we, as individuals, choose what to do with it.
His big Apple Butter Ordeal is part of that, I think.
His mother, my MIL, is so like a kid at Christmas. This year, we'll be putting her 25 gallon copper kettle into the mix. I can't help but wonder how much of her excitement is nostalgia.
I did Apple Butter last year. It was fun. It was tiring. But the people (2 couples) that were involved last year, would be my pick to be stranded with on a desert island....
This year, we have the outlaws, and JB's cousin and his wife. I've known them for a hundred years, but have failed to be that close in the last 30. But, they're fun people.
We're on the countdown now. I'll keep you posted.
Photo Note: Just when you think you're out there hanging on a by thread, if you look around a bit-- you'll see there are others folks who have the very same kind of shit going on.