43 Hours

  The boys went camping Friday with Scouts. It's a wonderful opportunity for them to spend time in the great outdoors, sleeping under the stars and learning new skills. Making memories with new friends. All that great stuff.

  But it's also been a unique and happy experience for John and I too. That's right we were alone. Just us. No kids. Do you have any idea how long it's been? Two years! Two years! In fact it was because of this same particular Scout camp.

  At first we were almost giddy with excitement. A feeling of freedom that is unexpected and makes you light-headed. Where should we go? What should we do? The possibilities are endless. 

  By the time we dropped them off and drove back to the city it was time for a late supper and too late for a movie. That's ok because we had an entire day to do what WE wanted. 

  Saturday morning...awake at 7:04. That's a two hour sleep in for John and an hour for me so we were happy as clams. Over coffee we talk about how to spend the day. So while we decide, we get caught up on this show we've never had time for....the next three hours are gone. 

  Ok it's almost noon. Still plenty of time. A quick bite at home and we head out to see some open houses and show homes. We always enjoyed that and the kids don't so.....but Saturday is not the best day for this. Sunday is but we persevere. A few places are open and we take some pictures of ideas we want to steal. Success.

  We come back home to change for dinner. But we can't agree on where we should go. Finally we pick the race track so we can play a few slot machines afterwards....not very romantic I know. We seem to have forgotten how far in the middle of nowhere this place really is or how bad the food is. Oh well that doesn't matter.

  The next few hours are spent walking around trying to find each other. The place is huge. Finally we decide we have lost enough money and head home. Funny the drive home doesn't seem so long.

  One quick stop for a hair brush...don't ask...and we are home. We are going to watch a movie on Netflix. An Owen Wilson movie. I'm not a fan but the premise is good. It's violent. Not a little. A lot. Violently violent! Too much for me. Asleep I go.

 This morning at 7:10 I wake up. Energized and happy. Our 43 hours of alone time is coming to an end. But we used it very well. We were together. Doing nothing. Talking, laughing, being. It sure is nice to know that almost thirty years later we still like hanging out together. What a great weekend.

  Hopefully we don't have to wait another two years for the next "alone" time.

  Ang