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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Monday, July 22, 2013

Like old times

This morning I heard Justin leave for work---nice to have him back and in his routine again. If it was not for the sound my kitchen door makes when being opened, I would be nearly unaware of his comings and goings when my bedroom doors are closed. He did not wake me, I was already this way.

An upsetting dream left me feeling sort of anxious, but it was not a 'bad' dream necessarily. Those early morning ones are the worst for me, it seems. This time, the dream began with Justin and me in the backseat of my bro-in-law, Harvey's, car with my former spouse as the passenger. The streets could have been those of my hometown, crowded with cars as we were making our way to a theater to see "The Phantom of the Opera" show!!

At one point, Harv bumped the car in front of ours, heard metal crunch, but in his earnestness to get to the theater on time, kept right on going. He is quite proud of his cars so this was a big deal for him. At last we arrived and parked in this huge field, sort of like a county fair instead of theater-type parking. My sister, Lynn, was then with Justin and me, searching for the right door to go into the building. We were behind stages, not the right ones, asking for directions but not getting good answers. Not sure about our tickets (I think at some point the men found us and had the tickets in hand), but before we knew it, the play/show was on intermission before we even found the right theater. Around every corner was more confusion, and it was a relief to wake up and hear Justin leaving for work!
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Late morning I went outside to enjoy the pool, finding only one lady out there. She lives in my building and walks back and forth in the pool to exercise. She said the water was perfect (my opinion was different) but was not bad when the sun shined on us. I did a few rounds of the pool and then got out to call my mom. I had almost finished my soda and was glad to see the life guard come down to unlock the cabana. Though not officially open, we can still get sodas and snacks as needed. Danny gave me a soda and I settled in to chat with Nancy who had come to swim some laps. Cindy had also arrived and did some laps as well.

As Nancy, Cindy, and I were chatting, I pointed to the sky at the dark clouds. We knew it wouldn't be long before things changed but wow!, it came by storm! Ha ha! 

Since I didn't have shoes on, I had to proceed more slowly on the slippery brick walkway back to The Palace. On the other side of the pool, branches were falling down from the palm trees with a thud. Danny was running around trying to gather up pool toys and such, and close the umbrellas so the tables wouldn't flip. 

Once more I was chilled to the bone, but my house was nice 'n warm since we had to turn off our A/C due to pump repairs. The rains continued and before long, I heard the door open. Justin had gotten rained out again today, this time right after noon! Usually it's later in the day. He said they, too, were taken by surprise at how quickly this storm came up.

After getting showered, he got busy in his room, organizing and straightening, etc. He asked me to fold his clothes and put some on hangers for him. My pleasure! So very badly I want his room all set up. My living room table is yet laden with his belongings, and hopes to soon get that cleared away. He is asking his friends to come by on Friday night after his birthday dinner so that is his goal, to clean off the table!
                                  
Saturday we had gone grocery shopping. We bought some chicken, which he marinated for making teriyaki chicken and fried rice. He did so tonight for dinner, wishing to time it just right so it was done in time for "Jeopardy!". "Like old times..." he said. Yes, like old times (three months ago). He has also said he missed watching part of The Five with me, sitting in my room in my office chair to do so, and also missed watching "Jeopardy!" while we eat dinner. And then, O'Reilly....

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