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It gets harder with every goodbye
I just got home from IWC a short while ago, and I had to fight back the tears as I was driving home.
I said goodbye to Teri tonight...my second goodbye this week. The first was to Andrea's husband, Jeff, whom I absolutely adore, as husbands of my friends go. Teri has become a good friend to me over the past year too. I probably won't see her again because she had knee surgery last week and can't get around unless she gets a ride, and with my car situation being what it is, I can't really come to her.
Andrea will be coming by on Monday for our big cryfest. That will be the hardest one, I think.
Anyway, tonight was Canadian night. It was fun. We had Tourtiere (a French-Canadian ground pork pie) and baked beans, along with various desserts like maple fudge. When we came in, we were given a little shot glass with Canadian ice wine...really good stuff. I had enough for about 2 sips. And they had ketchup chips and salt & vinegar chips on the table...I normally hate potato chips, but these were yummy and addictive.
They had tons of Tourtiere left over, and they were passing out pies for people to take home. I snagged a whole pie, so Lance and I will be eating that over the weekend, probably with mashed potatoes and corn (and ketchup too, as I guess you eat the pie with ketchup).
They had games like musical chairs, but Andrea and I were more interested in sitting with Teri and talking.
My very last IWC...*sigh* I will miss it.
I got home and had to take out the trash and I was no sooner in my pajamas when the phone rang. It was Lance. So I called him back (it costs him about one GBP - over $2 for each minute to call me, since his calling card doesn't work there) and we just got off the phone. He might be coming home tomorrow earlier than scheduled, and I really hope he does, because today just drained me. I miss him, and I'm tired of being here alone with nothing to pass the time.
I said goodbye to Teri tonight...my second goodbye this week. The first was to Andrea's husband, Jeff, whom I absolutely adore, as husbands of my friends go. Teri has become a good friend to me over the past year too. I probably won't see her again because she had knee surgery last week and can't get around unless she gets a ride, and with my car situation being what it is, I can't really come to her.
Andrea will be coming by on Monday for our big cryfest. That will be the hardest one, I think.
Anyway, tonight was Canadian night. It was fun. We had Tourtiere (a French-Canadian ground pork pie) and baked beans, along with various desserts like maple fudge. When we came in, we were given a little shot glass with Canadian ice wine...really good stuff. I had enough for about 2 sips. And they had ketchup chips and salt & vinegar chips on the table...I normally hate potato chips, but these were yummy and addictive.
They had tons of Tourtiere left over, and they were passing out pies for people to take home. I snagged a whole pie, so Lance and I will be eating that over the weekend, probably with mashed potatoes and corn (and ketchup too, as I guess you eat the pie with ketchup).
They had games like musical chairs, but Andrea and I were more interested in sitting with Teri and talking.
My very last IWC...*sigh* I will miss it.
I got home and had to take out the trash and I was no sooner in my pajamas when the phone rang. It was Lance. So I called him back (it costs him about one GBP - over $2 for each minute to call me, since his calling card doesn't work there) and we just got off the phone. He might be coming home tomorrow earlier than scheduled, and I really hope he does, because today just drained me. I miss him, and I'm tired of being here alone with nothing to pass the time.