Yesterday morning the adventure began . . . actually it began at about 2AM when the wind was blowing wildly up on the mesa and I got up to go the bathroom, looked out the window and yelled to HoneyBunny AKA The Husband that boy was it snowing, infact we were in white out conditions. At which point HoneyBunny got up, looked out and said that No, actually it was Not snowing - I was looking at the white blinds he'd pulled down over the window the night before. After laughing awhile I went back to sleep . . .
Later on we woke up for the second time, drove to Grand Junction Colorado and started the process of crossing the country to Boston.
Boston was where we lived when we met and fell madly in love and had a house until we sold it because we were in Moab more than here. Because HB comes back once a month for work, we have a smart little apartment in Waltham, a suburb of Boston that overlooks a tributary of the Charles AND a really fabulous old cemetary - one of those built in the early 1900's when graves were roccoco monuments.
I could come here whenever I want and yet I seldom want - it's been a year since my last visit. Coming back into the place was kinda cool - like visiting HB's bachelor pad. There is the freezer full of "healthy" snacks which I bought for him last year - the snacks resting safe, untouched in perpetuity; there is the desk with two computers - both his - on it; there is the large television; there is the closet full of his clothes, mine having vacated for the West. I am thrilled when in the bathroom I find that in my infinite wisdom I still left myself a hair dryer and various beauty accoutrements. It's fun and kinda sexy too, to be visiting the ol' HB here . . . .hmmmmmmmm.
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