Celebrating the day

Today is the last day of MDRF for the season. In a record breaking move, we've actually missed 4-6 days out of 19 this year. I vowed it would not happen again.

We missed Oktoberfest
We missed a very good friends proposal
We missed people down for only one weekend
We missed some of the best days of faire.

---basically for naught. Especially missing yesterday which was - according to her doctor describing the emergency office visit - "totally unnecessary".

We will be going today. I will celebrate this day with my husband knowing - as always - there's a risk this might be the last time he can enjoy faire.

I know the anger isn't healthy and doesn't do any good but dammit the escapades of a teenage (70 year old) drama queen is robbing me of precious time with my husband.

Today however I put the anger aside and celebrate an unusual 78 degree Autumn day.

Johnny Depp at 2:30 in the blessed a.m.?

ok anytime is a good time for Johnny Depp *weg*

So you might ask what I'm doing awake at 2:30 in the a.m. - drinking beer and eating pizza - watching Johnny Depp - the same 2:30 in the blessed a.m. that is the 2nd to the last day of faire - the same faire I look forward to each and every year.

You could ask.

It would appear that as soon as my husband left Mom alone for a moment yesterday, she ran and called her physician to schedule an emergency doctors appointment. Was it for yesterday? oh nay nay

For today. At 9 a.m.

Her prescriptions are scheduled to be picked up @ 5 p.m. Yesterday? nay nay

Today.

Saturday.

The 2nd to the last day of MDRF - the last WEEKEND of MDRF.

I set and look at my bodice knowing it won't be worn. I look at the DOW dress I borrowed knowing more than likely it will not be worn either.

I bemoan the fact that pictures weren't taken this year.

I know that each day, each month, each moment that passes, Jon's condition worsens. I wonder what will happen if this *was* his last year at faire?

I wonder how I will forgive the self-important drama queen if she's robbed me of a last season with my husband. She has currently kabashed any out of town trips and vacations. She has dictated - by her actions - where we dare to go and when we dare not. We have missed many days this season.

I only hope - for her sake - that there are many more seasons ahead.

Each day is a gift. Each day should be lived - not served.

I am currently serving - not living.

at least Johnny Depp is still cute

Homesick?

Every so often I just get a pang of longing for the simple peace I find in the early (read too hot for the crowds) days of faire. The early mornings when the heat is nearly bearable to the long afternoons where you drink gallons of water, wear your fanning hand out, and find shade and solice wherever you can, to the early evening ... just as faire is ending ... just when you didn't think you could possibly take more heat. I miss the sights. I miss the sounds. I miss the smells.

I miss the feel of my wooden mug in my hand be it full of cider, ale, tea, or simple water.

The picture above is a favorite place. It's on the side of the Dragon's Lair just below the Dragon's Inn.