Because life is a series of edits

Fulfilling a Four-Year Wish

In Family on June 17, 2008 at 2:00 am

Sorry to disappoint. This isn't Craig, it's Megan. Be prepared for constant misuse of the comma, as there's nothing Craig can do about it (at least not for another five days – rest assured, he will come here and fix this up next Sunday).

When we entered this whole weird world of blogging some four or so years ago, I wanted to just have one family blog where we would both write. You know, we're so similar in what we write about: Craig's always telling you about his laundry issues and how he struggles with his hypocritical slide off his anti-high-fructose-corn-syrup soap box and all that, and I often talk about the lofty things of seminarians. We're so similar like that, right?

Okay, not exactly, which is why we've got separate blogs. But just this once, I'm hacking into Second Drafts, where I'll post my first draft like usual and not give it much of a second draft thought. That's what drives him nuts (and what will ensure this only happens one time), but I'm doing it because I can and because he's had no Internet access in seven days and won't see this for five more.

We've heard from Craig exactly two times: he called on Thursday night to tell us that Friday would be the big 50-mile bike ride; he then called us on Sunday to tell us he'd been dubbed with his Indian name: Head Between Knees. Apparently it's a good idea to be riding a bike for a while (i.e.: training) before going on a 50-mile bike ride. I kidded him before he left that he lived in Colorado for 12 years and never really rode a mountain bike, then we moved to Missouri and the sport suddenly sounds appealing. Funny one, that man.

We miss him. We really really miss him. I'm pretty self-sufficient and, to my shame, probably communicate that to Craig more than I mean to. I spent a lot of time alone during my teenage years and learned to be comfortable with that. In college there were a couple of married ladies who would ask me to come spend the weekend with them when their husbands were out of town because they were afraid to be alone. I've never had that problem. Whenever Craig's traveled before, I've made it just fine.

But he's never been away from us for this long, and I realized today that my "just fine" lasts approximately 7 days. I've lost my brain today. I had some errands to run this morning in between dropping M9 off at daycamp and going to Jerram's office to work on his book collection (this list is nowhere near complete – I'm just getting started). My goals were simple: swing by the post office and fill the van up with gas (not at the post office). I went out of my way to go to a gas station near the post office closest to the seminary. On my way back, I completely missed the post office and didn't even realize it until I was almost to Covenant. Once I reached Covenant, I realized I had left my computer at home. My head is a melon.

I was relating all of this to my friend April, who works at FSI (where Jerram's office is), and said, "I'm just a mess – half of me is missing and I'm just now noticing it."

Five more days. Hurry home, Craig. We need you.

  1. I’m pretty self-sufficient and, to my shame, probably communicate that to Craig more than I mean to. I spent a lot of time alone during my teenage years and learned to be comfortable with that. In college there were a couple of married ladies who would ask me to come spend the weekend with them when their husbands were out of town because they were afraid to be alone. I’ve never had that problem.
    Proving once again, Megan, that we’re cyber twins! :-) And it’s a really good thing I’m wired that way considering I’m a Navy wife.
    Just know that I hear ya on this! My head is a melon, too. :-)
    And Craig, looking forward to hearing about your trip.

  2. Ooo I hate missing my husband. I hope it goes by fast for you!!

  3. You’ve done Craig proud. I looked hard and was not even slightly displeased with your comma usage. You’ve also done your fellow (non-military) mothers proud. Seven days of “just fine” is impressive to me. I watch the clock each day and get more calm the closer it gets to my husband’s arrival time. Sure, we’re hearty women who can survive on our own—but it’s not nearly as much fun. We were made for teamwork.

  4. Leura, I actually edited this the day Megan posted it, as I got hold of some wi-fi at our campsite in Spearfish. We laughed about my compulsion to edit (particularly commas), which I know you share.

  5. For what its worth, I actually thought the mountain biking in Missouri was a lot more fun than the mountain biking in Colorado. The hills are two darn big in Colorado, better for hiking on. Missouri has just the right terrain for good mountain biking. Especially down at Castlewood State Park.

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