So today my Hubby left at 5:30 am. He'll be out of town for 3 days. Every year he goes to a Ranger Rendezvous. It's kind of like continuing education for Rangers. They have classes and discuss new standards that were put out by The National Organization for everything from water safety to building standards. His job is actually alot more complicated than people think. And once again, he's teaching a welding class. That's what he did before this job, he was a welder in a factory.
He and the Ranger from the other Boy Scout Camp this council owns head off together every year. Sometimes to a Rendezvous in Wisconsin, sometimes to one near Kansas City. I look forward to this time every year with equal parts anticipation and dread. Anticipation because it gives him a chance to get away, talk to other guys about the frustrations of his job and have them really understand. He comes back with new ideas and new enthusiasm. And the kids and I enjoy the time because we can eat things he doesn't like. And the man is one picky ass eater. The kids pitch in more willingly around the house when he's not home and I get our bed all to myself.
I dread it because something always seems to go wrong. Last year it was the dishwasher. I got up the second morning after he'd left and the kitchen was full of water. After several long distance calls and both Sean and I practically climbing into the dishwasher, we gave up and washed dishes by hand til he got home. Turns out the lime stuff he told me to put through it to clean it, ate a lot of the plastic coating and clogged the drain. Awesome. The year before that I had to take his truck into camp and unlock some doors for some people who were doing some work the next day. The truck got a flat. Luckily, I made it to the parking lot and parked it. Sean and I walked a mile home in the pitch dark. Can we say spooky?? Especially since Sean kept bringing up horror movies we'd seen. The year before that? I was actually hospitalized with pneumonia the week he was gone. Thankfully, my mom had already planned to come that week. Since neither of the kids had drivers licenses at the time, she was a lifesaver.
So this week, I'm waiting for the catastrophe. I'm ready universe, bring. it. on. Unless it comes in the form of 8 or more inches of snow. Then I'm pretty much screwed. I don't know how to plow snow. But at least the pantry's stocked. And there's plenty of firewood. We could wait it out. I think...
PS. In case of a Zombie Apocalypse (don't be laughing, it is an ever present danger) we are also probably screwed. While all of us can shoot, he really is the best shot. He's like a ninja sniper. It's definitely one of the reasons I stay married to him. Mad ninja sniper skillz.