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"What fun it'll be. Cruising to Nantucket and back on your boat! I'm not going anywhere 'til Miss V, grandchild #2, arrives in late May, maybe. Babies come when they come and her mom was 2 weeks late." I declared to Admiral, who was setting a mid June departure date.
It was early February. Summer was coming, going and then it's wedding day. Just thinking about all the to-dos made me weak. Not enjoying planning, time had come to cast aside any ideas that things would magically happen on their own. Spontaneity wouldn't make this stuff happen. I had to pull up my big girl panties and plan. Simply plan to move, redo my house, find a tenant to rent it, go on four more honeymoons, take care of clients, and handle endless wedding details.
With pen, calendar and paper, I camped out at a Starbuck's not visited before. I knew too many people to be at my regular one.
My caffeine level rose as lists got longer. Smoke came from my pen as details to accomplish filled the 'Get 'Er Done' pages covering the next seven months. "Lordy, this is huge like an elephant. How'm I going to do all this?! I'm overwhelmed. And it will get done without killing me." I declared to no one as I stuffed dozens of papers into my notebook. That notebook, vinyl covered with pretty flowers and stripes in all my fave colors, was the sacred notebook, travelling with me everywhere. Each list was like Santa's - checked twice daily. So much for spontaneity.
My new life with Admiral was the time to let go of stuff that had served me well. Carefully I selected the pieces to move. The rest would stay to provide a lovely home for the next resident at 509H.
Admiral's quite the delegator, as you've guessed. At his instruction I was to make his big, beautiful RVA house our home. Little did I know unloading his Florida house was good practice for unloading this one, as it was chock full of furniture and all stuff that fills up houses.
"Admiral, you said some furniture needs to go." I began, going on to tell my plan to clear out the excess and make room for my five additions and a new look.
"Sounds great. Just leave my garage alone." he said.
With a big roll of blue painter's tape, I went room to room, marking clearly with a tape piece what I thought should go.
An hour later, Admiral and I toured each room. I pointed out each blue taped item. "Hm, that's always been here. Don't know where that came from. I've always liked that. Yea, I'm glad that's going." were some of his remarks, delighting me that he agreed with 99% of my choices.
Then he got quiet. Seriously he said "I don't have any blue tape on me, do I?"
Is this how you do business?
Wedding plans weighed heavily on me. Honeymoon #1 ended adn real life began again when the plane touched down in RVA on the January afternoon cloaked in winter dull. Admiral and I had passed the first of what would be many trials at life together with flying colors.
Flowers were the next item to line up on the wedding to-do check list. There were names of three florists who did over-the-top statement floral work. I looked forward to seeing their shops, the lovely flowers, planning the bouquets and getting to know them. And so it was that on the coldest Monday morning in early February I popped into the premier florist shop.
Christmas decor was coming down, replaced by Valentine's red and pink. In the tiny store boxes and dust were everywhere, giving no room for the exquisite display I was expecting. While a designer put flowers in a vase, a man worked on a card table amongst piles of things that almost buried him.
I asked "Do you do wedding flowers?"
He looked up, put some papers in a stack, looked over his glasses at me and said "Yes, we do. We do the important big name weddings in town."
"I'm at the right place. Bouquets and all wedding flowers are on my mind. You were recommended by several people. I know vaguely what I want and there's plenty of room for your creativity and style to explode. The wedding is September 10. Are there some pictures of work you've done that I can see?" I asked.
Looking annoyed and moving papers on his table, he hollered "Hey, Jim, where's that photo album with the bouquets in it? It's around here somewhere."
Jim said "Maybe it's in the cabinet. I haven't seen it in ages. I have to finish putting these ornaments away now."
"I don't have time to look for it now. Honey, your wedding is so far away. Come back in April or May to talk about this." the man said, his voice dripping with annoyance, his look saying "I am so done with you."
"My calendar's in the car. I'll go get it and we can set an appointment. I'm travelling a lot and want to be sure we talk." I replied.
"Oh, honey, call in May to set it up." he said emphatically. Irritation oozed from his voice and face.
"That's how you do business?" I asked.
"Honey, call back in May." he said as he returned to his cluttered table.
I left the disheveled and dirty store thinking "Now that's customer service. That's a phone call I won't make. "
A week later, I went to florist #2 on my list. The shop was spacious, orderly and oddly quiet. "Hello. Anyone home?" I hollered, admiring the delightful arrangements.
From the back a voice said "I'm coming. I'm putting the last flower in this vase." An attractive man appeared. "Hi there. Thanks for waiting. How can I help you?"he said.
"I have a 1 o'clock appointment with Randy to talk about wedding flowers." I answered.
"Randy isn't here. He's making deliveries and can't be reached." he said.
Surprised I said "I talked to him weeks ago and he set this time and he's not here?!" I thought "It's been a long time since I was stood up. Everyone has cell phones and he's not reachable. That's one heck of a delivery he's on!"
The phone rang a week later. The man said "Hi. It's Randy. I called to reschedule our appointment to talk about your flowers. "
"Randy, honestly I was really surprised you weren't there. We'd set the appointment at your convenience! It's taken seven days to call me" I said.
"I can explain." he said, sharing details causing his absence.
I replied "I don't trust you to handle my wedding flowers. I don't know they'd get to the church on time. No one called to cancel the date. You've shone me your customer service and it's not for me. Thank you for your call today."
I wondered "If top two florists do business like this, what's the third one like?"
Flowers were the next item to line up on the wedding to-do check list. There were names of three florists who did over-the-top statement floral work. I looked forward to seeing their shops, the lovely flowers, planning the bouquets and getting to know them. And so it was that on the coldest Monday morning in early February I popped into the premier florist shop.
Christmas decor was coming down, replaced by Valentine's red and pink. In the tiny store boxes and dust were everywhere, giving no room for the exquisite display I was expecting. While a designer put flowers in a vase, a man worked on a card table amongst piles of things that almost buried him.
I asked "Do you do wedding flowers?"
He looked up, put some papers in a stack, looked over his glasses at me and said "Yes, we do. We do the important big name weddings in town."
"I'm at the right place. Bouquets and all wedding flowers are on my mind. You were recommended by several people. I know vaguely what I want and there's plenty of room for your creativity and style to explode. The wedding is September 10. Are there some pictures of work you've done that I can see?" I asked.
Looking annoyed and moving papers on his table, he hollered "Hey, Jim, where's that photo album with the bouquets in it? It's around here somewhere."
Jim said "Maybe it's in the cabinet. I haven't seen it in ages. I have to finish putting these ornaments away now."
"I don't have time to look for it now. Honey, your wedding is so far away. Come back in April or May to talk about this." the man said, his voice dripping with annoyance, his look saying "I am so done with you."
"My calendar's in the car. I'll go get it and we can set an appointment. I'm travelling a lot and want to be sure we talk." I replied.
"Oh, honey, call in May to set it up." he said emphatically. Irritation oozed from his voice and face.
"That's how you do business?" I asked.
"Honey, call back in May." he said as he returned to his cluttered table.
I left the disheveled and dirty store thinking "Now that's customer service. That's a phone call I won't make. "
A week later, I went to florist #2 on my list. The shop was spacious, orderly and oddly quiet. "Hello. Anyone home?" I hollered, admiring the delightful arrangements.
From the back a voice said "I'm coming. I'm putting the last flower in this vase." An attractive man appeared. "Hi there. Thanks for waiting. How can I help you?"he said.
"I have a 1 o'clock appointment with Randy to talk about wedding flowers." I answered.
"Randy isn't here. He's making deliveries and can't be reached." he said.
Surprised I said "I talked to him weeks ago and he set this time and he's not here?!" I thought "It's been a long time since I was stood up. Everyone has cell phones and he's not reachable. That's one heck of a delivery he's on!"
The phone rang a week later. The man said "Hi. It's Randy. I called to reschedule our appointment to talk about your flowers. "
"Randy, honestly I was really surprised you weren't there. We'd set the appointment at your convenience! It's taken seven days to call me" I said.
"I can explain." he said, sharing details causing his absence.
I replied "I don't trust you to handle my wedding flowers. I don't know they'd get to the church on time. No one called to cancel the date. You've shone me your customer service and it's not for me. Thank you for your call today."
I wondered "If top two florists do business like this, what's the third one like?"
Is timing really everything?
"Class, we're ending at 4 promptly today so if you want to ask questions, ask before 4. The airline made an agreement with me that the plane would leave, whether I was there or not. Perhaps you've had the same arrangement?" I told my students. I was headed to Florida, the first trip there with Admiral.
Plans had been made since Christmas for this January trip. "People today live and travel together all the time. We're engaged and don't know if we can live together. Let's go to Florida and practice living together." Admiral had said one cold December night. "Look at your calendar and see when you can get away. Arrange it anyway you can. Don't worry about the logistics. My team will get you to and from the airport whenever you need. Pack your suitcase and I'll take it with me when I drive down in January." he continued.
Not one to turn down a trip, I found several two week increments for winter play in Florida. That meant work focused and hard for two weeks at home to have play time. "Let's call it honeymooning. We're practicing this honeymoon stuff til we get it right. At our age it may take a long time since it's hard to teach old dogs new tricks." Admiral said, his eyes twinkling.
When the plane touched down in Ft. Lauderdale, my heart raced. In a few minutes I'd be with my guy, ending a week apart. I hoped I had the right clothes. We had talked frequently, he filling me in on what he was doing in his FL house to get it ready for me. Cleaning was the major project as the house had been closed up since April. While he talked about all the cleaning he was doing, I was recalling cleaning my granny's summer cottage on the rivah bank from the winter's closing. There were snake skins on the mantle, mouse nests in drawers and cabinets and more woodland critters' abandoned homes decorating the loosely secured cottage.
Knowing he is fastidious about his toys' cleanliness, I wasn't surprised about his activities. Thankfully he found time to get the 'little boat' in the water.
The ride from Ft. Lauderdale to Naples was long under the clear starry sky. Because it was midnight it seemed endless. And I was exhausted from a full work day and long travel. The adrenalin had run out. What a way to start a honeymoon.
At last he parked in the drive way, a cozy area surrounded by tall building, lush greenery, palm trees and orange, red and hot pink flowers blooming in the warm night air. A shell wreath welcomed me at the door.
"Welcome to our home and playground." Admiral said as we stood in the light airy foyer. "Let the honeymoon continue."
"And here's the dining room." he said, pointing to a table at one end of a large room, piled high with all things put away in cabinets for years. My heart sank. "I told you I'd been cleaning out. I didn't know all this stuff was packed away. I've pulled everything out of everywhere. You go through it and keep what you want and think you can use. The rest of it we'll get rid of." he stated matter of factly. Now I was overwhelmed. I'd never seen such a pile of stuff, not one bit different from what was stashed around my house.
Fatigue took over. The tour ended when I said "I'm worn out. I can't go another minute."
The next day that mountain was still there. I had no clue what to do. I thought I was here to play and this was not my idea of play. I went through every closet, cabinet and drawer to see what was left and useful. More things I added to the pile, praying the table wouldn't collapse.
"Admiral, come here. I'm not believing this." I hollered from the kitchen, looking at a complete set of Wedgewood Potpourri china. "These dishes were my wedding china! I didn't like them when I picked them out and I still don't like 'em."
"I don't like them either. Get rid of them." he said to my delight.
Boat rides, outings and get-away trips to Walmart were escapes from the daunting pile, whose disappearance had become my responsibility. "Let's get boxes at the grocery, fill them up and give it to Goodwill." I said.
Admiral agreed, 'Yea, this stuff needs to get outta here."
"It'll take us 5 trips to take this stuff away so get ready. We can do it in a morning." I said as cheerfully as I could.
"Hey, lots of this stuff belonged to my late wife and her brother lives 5 minutes away. Maybe he'll want it and see that her brothers and sisters get it." he said.
Several days later, Brother came, delighted to get so many of his late sister's belongings. After a grand visit with the delightful man, the table was clear when he left. I know I heard it breathe a sigh of relief with Admiral and me.
At last it was playtime. While walking on a white, sandy beach Admiral said "I've ordered your engagement ring. I designed it myself. I told you I'd do something different from the little ring you're wearing." Knowing how this engineer over-engineers things, my imagination went wild. "I hope there's some sparkle in it." I thought.
"If you don't like it, it can be changed." he continued. "Whew, thank heavens for that." I thought again.
Finally we were around long enough for a neighbor to visit. Curious about all the activity in the usually quiet house, Hawkeye was all eyes and comments in the short tour to see what had changed in the house. As we chatted in the kitchen, she asked how we met, how family was taking it, what plans there were for his Florida house. Eventually we learned more about each others' work and delight in free time to winter in such a lovely place. She asked, "If you've been single for 19 years, why are you marrying Admiral now?"
" Because he's the right man and I'm crazy about him." I answered emphatically. Admiral appeared around the corner and joined us, ending Hawkeye's inquisition.
After she left, I told Admiral about her relentless questions, especially asking why I accepted his proposal.
He replied " Oh, she was a best girlfriend to my late wife."
Plans had been made since Christmas for this January trip. "People today live and travel together all the time. We're engaged and don't know if we can live together. Let's go to Florida and practice living together." Admiral had said one cold December night. "Look at your calendar and see when you can get away. Arrange it anyway you can. Don't worry about the logistics. My team will get you to and from the airport whenever you need. Pack your suitcase and I'll take it with me when I drive down in January." he continued.
Not one to turn down a trip, I found several two week increments for winter play in Florida. That meant work focused and hard for two weeks at home to have play time. "Let's call it honeymooning. We're practicing this honeymoon stuff til we get it right. At our age it may take a long time since it's hard to teach old dogs new tricks." Admiral said, his eyes twinkling.
When the plane touched down in Ft. Lauderdale, my heart raced. In a few minutes I'd be with my guy, ending a week apart. I hoped I had the right clothes. We had talked frequently, he filling me in on what he was doing in his FL house to get it ready for me. Cleaning was the major project as the house had been closed up since April. While he talked about all the cleaning he was doing, I was recalling cleaning my granny's summer cottage on the rivah bank from the winter's closing. There were snake skins on the mantle, mouse nests in drawers and cabinets and more woodland critters' abandoned homes decorating the loosely secured cottage.
Knowing he is fastidious about his toys' cleanliness, I wasn't surprised about his activities. Thankfully he found time to get the 'little boat' in the water.
The ride from Ft. Lauderdale to Naples was long under the clear starry sky. Because it was midnight it seemed endless. And I was exhausted from a full work day and long travel. The adrenalin had run out. What a way to start a honeymoon.
At last he parked in the drive way, a cozy area surrounded by tall building, lush greenery, palm trees and orange, red and hot pink flowers blooming in the warm night air. A shell wreath welcomed me at the door.
"Welcome to our home and playground." Admiral said as we stood in the light airy foyer. "Let the honeymoon continue."
"And here's the dining room." he said, pointing to a table at one end of a large room, piled high with all things put away in cabinets for years. My heart sank. "I told you I'd been cleaning out. I didn't know all this stuff was packed away. I've pulled everything out of everywhere. You go through it and keep what you want and think you can use. The rest of it we'll get rid of." he stated matter of factly. Now I was overwhelmed. I'd never seen such a pile of stuff, not one bit different from what was stashed around my house.
Fatigue took over. The tour ended when I said "I'm worn out. I can't go another minute."
The next day that mountain was still there. I had no clue what to do. I thought I was here to play and this was not my idea of play. I went through every closet, cabinet and drawer to see what was left and useful. More things I added to the pile, praying the table wouldn't collapse.
"Admiral, come here. I'm not believing this." I hollered from the kitchen, looking at a complete set of Wedgewood Potpourri china. "These dishes were my wedding china! I didn't like them when I picked them out and I still don't like 'em."
"I don't like them either. Get rid of them." he said to my delight.
Boat rides, outings and get-away trips to Walmart were escapes from the daunting pile, whose disappearance had become my responsibility. "Let's get boxes at the grocery, fill them up and give it to Goodwill." I said.
Admiral agreed, 'Yea, this stuff needs to get outta here."
"It'll take us 5 trips to take this stuff away so get ready. We can do it in a morning." I said as cheerfully as I could.
"Hey, lots of this stuff belonged to my late wife and her brother lives 5 minutes away. Maybe he'll want it and see that her brothers and sisters get it." he said.
Several days later, Brother came, delighted to get so many of his late sister's belongings. After a grand visit with the delightful man, the table was clear when he left. I know I heard it breathe a sigh of relief with Admiral and me.
At last it was playtime. While walking on a white, sandy beach Admiral said "I've ordered your engagement ring. I designed it myself. I told you I'd do something different from the little ring you're wearing." Knowing how this engineer over-engineers things, my imagination went wild. "I hope there's some sparkle in it." I thought.
"If you don't like it, it can be changed." he continued. "Whew, thank heavens for that." I thought again.
Finally we were around long enough for a neighbor to visit. Curious about all the activity in the usually quiet house, Hawkeye was all eyes and comments in the short tour to see what had changed in the house. As we chatted in the kitchen, she asked how we met, how family was taking it, what plans there were for his Florida house. Eventually we learned more about each others' work and delight in free time to winter in such a lovely place. She asked, "If you've been single for 19 years, why are you marrying Admiral now?"
" Because he's the right man and I'm crazy about him." I answered emphatically. Admiral appeared around the corner and joined us, ending Hawkeye's inquisition.
After she left, I told Admiral about her relentless questions, especially asking why I accepted his proposal.
He replied " Oh, she was a best girlfriend to my late wife."
How do you move an airplane?
The table was ready. Getting put out was the cat’s reward for shamelessly chowing down at the shrimp bowl. Admiral was glowing as friends arrived to celebrate his birthday.
“Hey, what’re you doing in town now, man? Usually you’re outta here when snow’s on the ground.” “Did you lose your mind when you met Smokie and forget that it’s cold here?” “I’m glad to meet this gal you’ve mentioned. I was wondering about her.” were some friend’s comments. They know how Admiral hates cold to the point the first snow flake sends him packing to warmer climates.
As we partied, Admiral announced “Guys, I need your help in the garage. I built this trailer to haul my airplane to the warehouse for the winter. Give me a hand to get the scrap wood on top of it.” Guys and wives piled into the garage, wowed by its order, cleanliness and bright blue sparkly floor.
“Hey, man! What’s with this glitzy garage?” “You’ve got a show place here.” “I don’t think Smokie’s going to allow you to spill oil on the floor and rebuild motors in here.” Admiral’s long time friends exclaimed. Setting their refreshments down, they lifted, heaved and hefted the wooden mess onto the trailer.
“Thanks, guys, for your help. Get another drink and eat some more. “ Admiral said as he admired the order returned to the garage, his most sacred territory.
“OK. Let’s gather around.” Admiral told guests later. “I want you to meet Smokie. She knows most of you and will soon know the rest of you. I’m delighted to say we’re getting married. No date yet. You’ll be the first to know after we do. “ He continued “ You’re wondering why I’m here in this dreadful cold snow. I’ve been getting treatments everyday and I couldn’t go anywhere til they’re over. I’m happy to say the last one is tomorrow. I’m not sure the machine is turned on as I’ve had no adverse effects. There is much to celebrate for all of us because we can stand up, drive, and think we’re in our right minds.” Agreeing, everyone cheered heartily, raising a toast to health and happiness.
A few days later as Admiral collected things for warm sunshine in Florida, we discussed a wedding date. “It takes time to plan a wedding, no matter the size. So let’s set the date and get the church and reception place booked. Then I know what we have to do and when.” I suggested.
“Good idea. Time can get away from us. Summer’s too bloody hot and we want to cruise up to Nantucket on the boat. Then it’s fall and I don’t want anyone on the road on Labor Day weekend.” he said.
As I got the calendar with our travel dates on it, I asked “What’s your favorite month?” “September.” he replied.
Looking at the calendar I exclaimed “ Gee, September's busy. Look at this! There are 2 weeks here in September open, beginning the weekend after Labor Day. What do you think?” I asked.
Surprised he said “Let me see that calendar.” Looking at it he grinned and said “Hey, 9-10-11 it is! Who’d’ve thought! That’s easy to remember.”
The church and reception were booked for September 10. Now there was serious planning to do.
I was clueless about today’s wedding customs. What better way to get the skinny on what to do and how and know questions to ask the experts.
So several days later we were at the Wedding Expo, a showcase of vendors that had even a slight hint of wedding in their services. Name tags labeled us Bride and Groom. Looking more like grandparents, we wandered the aisles with other Brides, Grooms and friends who didn’t look old enough to be driving. Attire ran the gamut: jeans, professional dress, and over the top tattoos displayed from too revealing clothing.
The music blared current love songs. “I can’t stand talking over loud music. You think some background music might be here?” Admiral asked.
Admiral was a trooper. He experienced a Freeze Frame booth for the first time, totally curious about how it all worked. While I talked to vendors, he stood, looking shell-shocked at the pregnant brides followed by pimply faced boys.
One event planner drew us in with casual conversation. “I see you’re the Bride and Groom. How nice. Have you set your date?” she solicited, her expression saying ‘Are you real?’
Admiral answered proudly “Oh, yes. Nine ten eleven.”
She continued “That’s very soon. “
Admiral quipped “At our age we can’t tarry. We’ve set the church and reception, too.”
“And where are they?” she asked, ready to close the deal.
“We’re getting married at St. James’s Episcopal Church followed by the reception at the Country Club of Virginia.” he stated.
She replied “Well, aren’t you the King and Queen!”
“Hey, what’re you doing in town now, man? Usually you’re outta here when snow’s on the ground.” “Did you lose your mind when you met Smokie and forget that it’s cold here?” “I’m glad to meet this gal you’ve mentioned. I was wondering about her.” were some friend’s comments. They know how Admiral hates cold to the point the first snow flake sends him packing to warmer climates.
As we partied, Admiral announced “Guys, I need your help in the garage. I built this trailer to haul my airplane to the warehouse for the winter. Give me a hand to get the scrap wood on top of it.” Guys and wives piled into the garage, wowed by its order, cleanliness and bright blue sparkly floor.
“Hey, man! What’s with this glitzy garage?” “You’ve got a show place here.” “I don’t think Smokie’s going to allow you to spill oil on the floor and rebuild motors in here.” Admiral’s long time friends exclaimed. Setting their refreshments down, they lifted, heaved and hefted the wooden mess onto the trailer.
“Thanks, guys, for your help. Get another drink and eat some more. “ Admiral said as he admired the order returned to the garage, his most sacred territory.
“OK. Let’s gather around.” Admiral told guests later. “I want you to meet Smokie. She knows most of you and will soon know the rest of you. I’m delighted to say we’re getting married. No date yet. You’ll be the first to know after we do. “ He continued “ You’re wondering why I’m here in this dreadful cold snow. I’ve been getting treatments everyday and I couldn’t go anywhere til they’re over. I’m happy to say the last one is tomorrow. I’m not sure the machine is turned on as I’ve had no adverse effects. There is much to celebrate for all of us because we can stand up, drive, and think we’re in our right minds.” Agreeing, everyone cheered heartily, raising a toast to health and happiness.
A few days later as Admiral collected things for warm sunshine in Florida, we discussed a wedding date. “It takes time to plan a wedding, no matter the size. So let’s set the date and get the church and reception place booked. Then I know what we have to do and when.” I suggested.
“Good idea. Time can get away from us. Summer’s too bloody hot and we want to cruise up to Nantucket on the boat. Then it’s fall and I don’t want anyone on the road on Labor Day weekend.” he said.
As I got the calendar with our travel dates on it, I asked “What’s your favorite month?” “September.” he replied.
Looking at the calendar I exclaimed “ Gee, September's busy. Look at this! There are 2 weeks here in September open, beginning the weekend after Labor Day. What do you think?” I asked.
Surprised he said “Let me see that calendar.” Looking at it he grinned and said “Hey, 9-10-11 it is! Who’d’ve thought! That’s easy to remember.”
The church and reception were booked for September 10. Now there was serious planning to do.
I was clueless about today’s wedding customs. What better way to get the skinny on what to do and how and know questions to ask the experts.
So several days later we were at the Wedding Expo, a showcase of vendors that had even a slight hint of wedding in their services. Name tags labeled us Bride and Groom. Looking more like grandparents, we wandered the aisles with other Brides, Grooms and friends who didn’t look old enough to be driving. Attire ran the gamut: jeans, professional dress, and over the top tattoos displayed from too revealing clothing.
The music blared current love songs. “I can’t stand talking over loud music. You think some background music might be here?” Admiral asked.
Admiral was a trooper. He experienced a Freeze Frame booth for the first time, totally curious about how it all worked. While I talked to vendors, he stood, looking shell-shocked at the pregnant brides followed by pimply faced boys.
One event planner drew us in with casual conversation. “I see you’re the Bride and Groom. How nice. Have you set your date?” she solicited, her expression saying ‘Are you real?’
Admiral answered proudly “Oh, yes. Nine ten eleven.”
She continued “That’s very soon. “
Admiral quipped “At our age we can’t tarry. We’ve set the church and reception, too.”
“And where are they?” she asked, ready to close the deal.
“We’re getting married at St. James’s Episcopal Church followed by the reception at the Country Club of Virginia.” he stated.
She replied “Well, aren’t you the King and Queen!”
What happened to all the snacks?
The church goers greeted us warmly after we heard why Santa do what Santa do. “Y’all come back’” each said, moving on as their curiosity was satisfied.
The Porters, who befriended Admiral during his college days, were there and very welcoming since their last visit years ago. As we followed them up the long winding drive to their home, Admiral said "It's the same house I remembered 50 years ago." Tales of family, friends, funerals and weddings filled the air. Fortunately the chatter was louder than my tummy, roaring to say “feed me.”
Mid afternoon, following the Porters, we took off for lunch about 30 miles down the road in the next town. I did say we were at 40 and plum, didn't I? That's for 40 miles out and plum in the sticks. Enroute Admiral and I searched the car for snacks, only to recall we polished them off yesterday.
Our eyes danced at the all-you-can-eat buffet. Extreme will power and a rational head prevailed to select bits of yummy faves, totally satisfying any hunger pangs that may think about stirring.
All I can say about the drive back to RVA was it was long. "Where did all the traffic come from? Why do they clog up the road I'm on?" I wondered while Admiral napped as I drove.
Christmas plans came, went and made for a fun, very social holiday. At parties we met each other's friends. Admiral was amazed I knew some of his friends. Did he know I went out with one of them? He wondered whom I didn’t know.
There is no place better to end a year or begin a new one than the Hope & Glory Inn in Irvington. The handsomely designed cottages, clever gardens (even in the bleak winter) and delightful lobby with fascinating guests provided stimulating conversations, connecting with ole acquaintances. We had such fun that time slipped away, making us very late meeting wonderful friends for dinner and ringing in the new year.
All too soon the clock struck midnight. Welcome 2011. What would it be like?
The Porters, who befriended Admiral during his college days, were there and very welcoming since their last visit years ago. As we followed them up the long winding drive to their home, Admiral said "It's the same house I remembered 50 years ago." Tales of family, friends, funerals and weddings filled the air. Fortunately the chatter was louder than my tummy, roaring to say “feed me.”
Mid afternoon, following the Porters, we took off for lunch about 30 miles down the road in the next town. I did say we were at 40 and plum, didn't I? That's for 40 miles out and plum in the sticks. Enroute Admiral and I searched the car for snacks, only to recall we polished them off yesterday.
Our eyes danced at the all-you-can-eat buffet. Extreme will power and a rational head prevailed to select bits of yummy faves, totally satisfying any hunger pangs that may think about stirring.
All I can say about the drive back to RVA was it was long. "Where did all the traffic come from? Why do they clog up the road I'm on?" I wondered while Admiral napped as I drove.
Christmas plans came, went and made for a fun, very social holiday. At parties we met each other's friends. Admiral was amazed I knew some of his friends. Did he know I went out with one of them? He wondered whom I didn’t know.
There is no place better to end a year or begin a new one than the Hope & Glory Inn in Irvington. The handsomely designed cottages, clever gardens (even in the bleak winter) and delightful lobby with fascinating guests provided stimulating conversations, connecting with ole acquaintances. We had such fun that time slipped away, making us very late meeting wonderful friends for dinner and ringing in the new year.
All too soon the clock struck midnight. Welcome 2011. What would it be like?
When did you get on the wrong bus?
The day after Thanksgiving we were on the road, again. We were taking advantage of two days off from treatments for a holiday.
With half of his treatments completed, Admiral said “I don’t think the machine is turned on. I don’t feel anything. I don’t have any reactions. I guess it’s working. We’ll find out when it’s over, I reckon. I haven’t seen Dr. Roundface since our first visit. I did meet her associate last week. He seems very young. He’s alright since he’s interested in flying.”
The weekend was the big game in Blacksburg between Virginia and Virginia Tech, Admiral’s alma mater. He had planned the trip, keeping details a secret to surprise me as they unfolded. That’s a smart man who knows I love surprises!
On the way we stopped at Auntie Anne’s, my BFF since kindergarten, for a short visit. As we left, she whispered to me “ He’s a keeper. I know something’s up. Don’t let him get away. ”
The trip to Blacksburg was quick, with memories of taking my daughter there years ago. Admiral told tales of his life with his Model A and various roomies during his 4 years.
Tech’s Virginia Inn was comfy, the lobby filled with decorated Christmas trees, reminding us that Christmas was on the horizon. The fire in the lobby’s fireplace was toasty and where we and guests stayed for the greater part of the evening, warming ourselves and chatting about the trip there and tomorrow’s game.
Game day was clear, bright and windy, as only it can be in Blacksburg. Spotting a bus in front of the hotel, we climbed aboard. Everyone wore big important looking badges. As we talked to the passengers, we found out we were on the bus for the Board of Visitors, there for a big deal meeting and to enjoy the game! Of course, the bus ride was fast to Lane Stadium, with all traffic stopped for quick turns and easy access right to the main entrance!
Eventually we found the Engineering sky box on the top floor. It was packed with people of all ages and styles of warm dress. Snacks were plentiful and filling. The game was exciting. The more touchdowns we scored against Miami, the better we liked it and the more we cheered, making strangers more comfortable with each other. A final score of 31 – 17 was splendid, inducing high fives among the crowd.
Fans leaving the stadium always look like how I imagine immigrants looked landing on Ellis Island. We were two of thousands streaming to the parking lots. At the main gate the only sight of a bus was its back end roaring off into the distance. Soon we lucked into a classmate’s tail gate party where we warmed up with a toddy and ham biscuit with classmates and more school day stories. It's a wonder any of them made it to class, let alone to graduation and successful careers.
We said so long and walked uphill to the main road where city buses lined a distant curb. Admiral walked up to a policeman and asked for directions to get back to the Inn. I wasn’t believing this - a man asking directions!
“I forgot what the guy said. Let’s get on this bus. The driver will tell us how to get to the hotel.” Admiral said as we boarded a bus, trusting it was going our way.
Sure enough, when we got off where the driver directed us, the hotel was visible. The driver said it was 2 blocks, looking more like 20 miles to us. We walked fast into the raw wind, Admiral pulling me along to keep pace with his rapid steps. At the hotel, I beat him to the fire.
Admiral’s 4-year college career was varied. He played in the Highty Tighties, managed and played bass in his bluegrass band, and played other musical gigs anywhere he could get paid. The stories of events entertained me for hours. Relationships made then he continues to this day with visits and chats when he’s in the area.
The next day was clear, without wind. Off we went on an adventure to visit places and people Admiral knew during his gigs years ago. “I’m taking you to church today.” he said as we left the hotel. “I can find the little country church, I’m sure. Things don’t change much in the boondocks.” he added.
A twisting road at 40 and plum (40 miles out and plum in the sticks) ended at Mountain Lake Hotel, where the movie Dirty Dancing was filmed. Admiral rolled in laughter as he relived leaving a gig there.
It was dark and cold. The car was full of guys and instruments, with the bass tied to the front of the car, obstructing his view as he drove down the curving mountain road through snow. He said “I never told Mom about these things. Guess I didn’t tie the bass on very well because it fell off. We looked over the side of the road and never found it.”
“Oh, oh. It’s time for church. Let’s roll.” he hollered as he ran out the door of the resort to the car. I could see him driving that old Model A down that mountain road while he ran it too fast for my comfort. Finally he stopped at a church. It was a typical country church – white, steeple with cross on top, pointed front doors, a few large windows and several cars parked on the lawn around it. Yet it was no ordinary church. It was the one that Admiral had gone to when the Porters befriended him in the last century.
The service was underway when we entered, seeing 25 mostly elderly people scattered about the small room. As heads turned to see who the late arrivals were, we settled on the back row to be unobtrusive.
To the right of the chancel a large screen and the latest projector were suspended from the ceiling. “Hum, the preacher looks to be about 35ish and I guess he’s tech savvy. There’s some high powered tech stuff here. Wonder if he’ll use powerpoint for his sermon. ” I thought.
While I was unwrapping my layers of warm outer wear, I heard Admiral snicker under his breath. He poked me and pointed at the screen. In giant letters were WHY DO SANTA DO WHAT SANTA DO?
With half of his treatments completed, Admiral said “I don’t think the machine is turned on. I don’t feel anything. I don’t have any reactions. I guess it’s working. We’ll find out when it’s over, I reckon. I haven’t seen Dr. Roundface since our first visit. I did meet her associate last week. He seems very young. He’s alright since he’s interested in flying.”
The weekend was the big game in Blacksburg between Virginia and Virginia Tech, Admiral’s alma mater. He had planned the trip, keeping details a secret to surprise me as they unfolded. That’s a smart man who knows I love surprises!
On the way we stopped at Auntie Anne’s, my BFF since kindergarten, for a short visit. As we left, she whispered to me “ He’s a keeper. I know something’s up. Don’t let him get away. ”
The trip to Blacksburg was quick, with memories of taking my daughter there years ago. Admiral told tales of his life with his Model A and various roomies during his 4 years.
Tech’s Virginia Inn was comfy, the lobby filled with decorated Christmas trees, reminding us that Christmas was on the horizon. The fire in the lobby’s fireplace was toasty and where we and guests stayed for the greater part of the evening, warming ourselves and chatting about the trip there and tomorrow’s game.
Game day was clear, bright and windy, as only it can be in Blacksburg. Spotting a bus in front of the hotel, we climbed aboard. Everyone wore big important looking badges. As we talked to the passengers, we found out we were on the bus for the Board of Visitors, there for a big deal meeting and to enjoy the game! Of course, the bus ride was fast to Lane Stadium, with all traffic stopped for quick turns and easy access right to the main entrance!
Eventually we found the Engineering sky box on the top floor. It was packed with people of all ages and styles of warm dress. Snacks were plentiful and filling. The game was exciting. The more touchdowns we scored against Miami, the better we liked it and the more we cheered, making strangers more comfortable with each other. A final score of 31 – 17 was splendid, inducing high fives among the crowd.
Fans leaving the stadium always look like how I imagine immigrants looked landing on Ellis Island. We were two of thousands streaming to the parking lots. At the main gate the only sight of a bus was its back end roaring off into the distance. Soon we lucked into a classmate’s tail gate party where we warmed up with a toddy and ham biscuit with classmates and more school day stories. It's a wonder any of them made it to class, let alone to graduation and successful careers.
We said so long and walked uphill to the main road where city buses lined a distant curb. Admiral walked up to a policeman and asked for directions to get back to the Inn. I wasn’t believing this - a man asking directions!
“I forgot what the guy said. Let’s get on this bus. The driver will tell us how to get to the hotel.” Admiral said as we boarded a bus, trusting it was going our way.
Sure enough, when we got off where the driver directed us, the hotel was visible. The driver said it was 2 blocks, looking more like 20 miles to us. We walked fast into the raw wind, Admiral pulling me along to keep pace with his rapid steps. At the hotel, I beat him to the fire.
Admiral’s 4-year college career was varied. He played in the Highty Tighties, managed and played bass in his bluegrass band, and played other musical gigs anywhere he could get paid. The stories of events entertained me for hours. Relationships made then he continues to this day with visits and chats when he’s in the area.
The next day was clear, without wind. Off we went on an adventure to visit places and people Admiral knew during his gigs years ago. “I’m taking you to church today.” he said as we left the hotel. “I can find the little country church, I’m sure. Things don’t change much in the boondocks.” he added.
A twisting road at 40 and plum (40 miles out and plum in the sticks) ended at Mountain Lake Hotel, where the movie Dirty Dancing was filmed. Admiral rolled in laughter as he relived leaving a gig there.
It was dark and cold. The car was full of guys and instruments, with the bass tied to the front of the car, obstructing his view as he drove down the curving mountain road through snow. He said “I never told Mom about these things. Guess I didn’t tie the bass on very well because it fell off. We looked over the side of the road and never found it.”
“Oh, oh. It’s time for church. Let’s roll.” he hollered as he ran out the door of the resort to the car. I could see him driving that old Model A down that mountain road while he ran it too fast for my comfort. Finally he stopped at a church. It was a typical country church – white, steeple with cross on top, pointed front doors, a few large windows and several cars parked on the lawn around it. Yet it was no ordinary church. It was the one that Admiral had gone to when the Porters befriended him in the last century.
The service was underway when we entered, seeing 25 mostly elderly people scattered about the small room. As heads turned to see who the late arrivals were, we settled on the back row to be unobtrusive.
To the right of the chancel a large screen and the latest projector were suspended from the ceiling. “Hum, the preacher looks to be about 35ish and I guess he’s tech savvy. There’s some high powered tech stuff here. Wonder if he’ll use powerpoint for his sermon. ” I thought.
While I was unwrapping my layers of warm outer wear, I heard Admiral snicker under his breath. He poked me and pointed at the screen. In giant letters were WHY DO SANTA DO WHAT SANTA DO?
What makes you lose your mind?
Thanksgiving Day is a funny day. As a single woman I’ve done all kinds of things to enjoy a day filled with families coming together, laughing and having a good time, supposedly. For some it’s sad. For others it’s exciting. This Thanksgiving was going to be memorable, as most of my first time events with Admiral were.
His family tradition is for him to carve the turkey and ham at his sister’s annual family feast. I was on review before the family clan of thousands – a true acid test, if ever there is.
Her present was wrapped and ready to go days earlier. Nothing like bringing a nice gift to make a good impression.
With great anticipation Thanksgiving Day arrived and it was a full day. Long before I met Admiral friend Ann and I had committed to be host volunteers at the Community Dinner. Duties there would end about 2 so I’d be free for the rest of the day. Knowing this his sister generously would hold dinner until we arrived about 3ish.
As Admiral and I drove through the woods and over the hills on narrow country roads, our conversation covered tales of being river rats (a term for children from Richmond who spent summers messing about on the water) and names and relations of attendees – his sister, nieces, nephews, cousins, and any friends who showed up. I was confident I’d get three names right, especially since one was his sister, whom I’d already met. Coaching, while he hunted for a place to park, about who owned the cars in the driveway at his sister’s house was invaluable.
His sister greeted me at the door with a big hug and “Welcome. We’re so glad you’re here. Everyone wants to meet you.”
I replied “Happy Turkey Day. You’re so kind to include me and I really appreciate you holding dinner for us. I have a gift for you and I forgot it. When your brother gets near me, everything goes out of my head.”
His family tradition is for him to carve the turkey and ham at his sister’s annual family feast. I was on review before the family clan of thousands – a true acid test, if ever there is.
Her present was wrapped and ready to go days earlier. Nothing like bringing a nice gift to make a good impression.
With great anticipation Thanksgiving Day arrived and it was a full day. Long before I met Admiral friend Ann and I had committed to be host volunteers at the Community Dinner. Duties there would end about 2 so I’d be free for the rest of the day. Knowing this his sister generously would hold dinner until we arrived about 3ish.
As Admiral and I drove through the woods and over the hills on narrow country roads, our conversation covered tales of being river rats (a term for children from Richmond who spent summers messing about on the water) and names and relations of attendees – his sister, nieces, nephews, cousins, and any friends who showed up. I was confident I’d get three names right, especially since one was his sister, whom I’d already met. Coaching, while he hunted for a place to park, about who owned the cars in the driveway at his sister’s house was invaluable.
His sister greeted me at the door with a big hug and “Welcome. We’re so glad you’re here. Everyone wants to meet you.”
I replied “Happy Turkey Day. You’re so kind to include me and I really appreciate you holding dinner for us. I have a gift for you and I forgot it. When your brother gets near me, everything goes out of my head.”
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