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captainsblogEmily is at Wicked tonight. She's wanted to see this show for ages. I'd wanted to let her see this show, and Avenue Q, and 300 other worthy things, for most of those ages. But this year has been tough on the discretionary end of things, as thousands of unexpected dollars this year have poured into vets, and teeth, and gasoline while the parental incomes have stayed steady at best (mine a little up, Eleanor's just taking a hit downward).
Still, someone looked out for her. A family I don't even know had an extra ticket. They'd tried selling it at cost. They failed. As my mother would say, "things are tough all over." Ultimately, they learned of Em's interest and offered her the seat for a fraction of their original cost. I don't think that will obstruct the view or impair the acoustics one little bit.
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You give, you get. Not because, but always.
Kathy's been gone, now, for almost exactly a month. The Normal Societal Expectations have moved on to the next grieving family, and the casseroles and pies and who knows what else, which graced the doorstep of Steve and the kids in record numbers at first, have gone away.
Leave it to my beloved wife- her draw massively cut, the store's floor traffic down to a piddle and not making up for the loss, her blood pressure up as a result of all of this with a new medication prescribed earlier today- to remember Steve and the kids.
It's doing that damned thing here again this week, with high temperatures peaking in the low 60F range and there practically being a need for heat at night, so she decided to make her faboo onion soup for our dinner tonight. No sooner had she decided that, though, than she went on to decide to make a double batch and share it with Kathy's fam. Unannounced, but most definitely not unappreciated.
Steve just called us. Eleanor said it was one of the most touching phone calls she's ever received.
If you ever wonder for a second about how much, and why, I love this woman, just bookmark this entry. It will always be one of the moments that I remember.
Still, someone looked out for her. A family I don't even know had an extra ticket. They'd tried selling it at cost. They failed. As my mother would say, "things are tough all over." Ultimately, they learned of Em's interest and offered her the seat for a fraction of their original cost. I don't think that will obstruct the view or impair the acoustics one little bit.
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You give, you get. Not because, but always.
Kathy's been gone, now, for almost exactly a month. The Normal Societal Expectations have moved on to the next grieving family, and the casseroles and pies and who knows what else, which graced the doorstep of Steve and the kids in record numbers at first, have gone away.
Leave it to my beloved wife- her draw massively cut, the store's floor traffic down to a piddle and not making up for the loss, her blood pressure up as a result of all of this with a new medication prescribed earlier today- to remember Steve and the kids.
It's doing that damned thing here again this week, with high temperatures peaking in the low 60F range and there practically being a need for heat at night, so she decided to make her faboo onion soup for our dinner tonight. No sooner had she decided that, though, than she went on to decide to make a double batch and share it with Kathy's fam. Unannounced, but most definitely not unappreciated.
Steve just called us. Eleanor said it was one of the most touching phone calls she's ever received.
If you ever wonder for a second about how much, and why, I love this woman, just bookmark this entry. It will always be one of the moments that I remember.