so… this time it’s not me traveling. and i’m still trying to decide if it’s officially “happy stuff” because there’s some jealous (and then again not) involved in this post, but… here’s the story, decide for yourself.
this morning, a mere few hours after i’d bid dear sweet mr. h-s a good day and told him i’d see him for supper, he called me at work from his place of employment and asked, “um, do you know where my passport is? i may not be home for supper.”
“where are you going? driving to canada?” i said.
“no,” he replied, “australia.”
that’s right folks. the company had an emergency with an important client on the other side of the planet and, setting a bold new precedent, they chose to send my husband to “put out the fire.” this causes many mixed feelings in all persons involved. a bit of stress, a bit of jealousy (“they told me the hotel i’m staying at is near the great barrier reef”), but realizing that most–if not all–of the time that he’ll be there he’ll be either working or sleeping…maybe i’m happy to stay home. he was actually kind enough to ask the boss if they’d pay for me too, but… the boss thought he’d have some trouble justifying that one. sigh. so. i’m home here for a week with the kitties, looking forward to pictures (he took the camera) and stories and, in the meantime, watching some chick flicks and holing up in the craft room for hours on end with no guilt.
