Well, with my lack of blogging, you've probably realized that Joe is home. He came home last Wednesday, and it's been balls to the wall ever since. He called me when he was about five minutes from home to let me know he was on his way, despite stopping for lunch, etc. I raced out of work early that day and don't feel like I've slowed at all. It was great to see him, and of course continues to be. For the most part. A couple of his sergeants dropped him off. I passed by them on their way out of the neighborhood as I was on my way in. They let me know they left him at the house, locked out, and doing push-ups. Lord. When I pulled up, I didn't immediately see him, but then he crept out from the back yard through the side bushes in his ACU's with his big ol' BCG's on. And that was that. Except for one update: since Joe left holdover, one of the biggest shit bag RI's was canned. He tried to kick someone out for looking at him wrong. Karma, dick. Bye bye.
One of the major reasons that Joe was pulled out of Ranger School holdover was because of his grandpa. I don't think I've written too much about it, but his grandpa was actually just put on hospice. He has Alzheimer's, and after a long history of strokes, he recently had one that has made him unable to feed himself anymore. With a DNR order, it was decided that he would not want a feeding tube, and is basically...dying...slowly. It was sort of the same with my grandpa. A very peculiar way to watch someone die. Starving, dehydrating, and just waiting for organ failure. I'm going to look into a living will where I can be taken to Oregon and put down if need be. Anyway. Joe reports back to RGR School May 16 (a little earlier than originally thought), and I believe we'll be making a trip to Missouri before then. With all this nutty stuff - the Army bullshit, death, and generally being without Joe, I've realized that there was a reason for all the fucked up elements of my childhood: I would not be able to handle this stuff without the other already tucked under my belt. Thank you!?
On a lighter note, we spent the weekend doing yard beautification. We both weeded, though Joe will concede that I did more. Still, together, we hand weeded the entire front yard. That was even after I used a sprayer to kill a bunch of stuff. Now, don't think it looked all ghetto before. It did not, and I kept it mowed. It's just that it looks so much better now. Joe then used one of those cart/spreader things and dusted the yard with fertilizer and weed killer. We also bought a bunch of flowers, and I planted them. My thumb is between green and black, but I'm hopeful. I sure like to look at the flowers. Yesterday, one of our friends stopped by with his baby, and I held her and took her around and showed her all my flowers, explaining my thoughts on the display, etc. :-) Still, she liked Dexter more. Oh well.
I dunno. We've just been domestic - grocery shopping, buying a new car tire, etc. However, with the reunion always comes the adjustment. I knew it was coming and may have mentioned it last week. I don't know why it's still so hard. We looooove to see each other, but then there's some head-butting and generally not seeing eye to eye that follows. I don't know if we're just getting more used to being apart - more independent in each others absence and harder to mesh when we're together again, but it's rough. I think we're past it now for this episode, but there was a day or two that we just wanted to murder each other.
Happy Homecoming!
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Hooray! I'm so glad he's home and that asshole is out!
No worries - it takes a while for Nic and I to adjust to each other too after time apart...sometimes I think him coming home is almost harder than him leaving. It's a part of military life that is rarely touched upon but its real and I know exactly what you're going through.
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