I Love This Man!

Alan may want to take away my "blogging privileges" after this post, but he will just have to bear with it! I've been feeling very emotional (!?), which can translate to "unstable, vulnerable, daffy, serendipitous, euphorbic, et al" - whether it be because of the time of the month, the time of the day, the time of my life...who knows!? - I just am. I think I can accept it, but I'm sure it's difficult sometimes for Alan to deal with, especially since the kids aren't here to "deflect" any of it. Although, in reality, Laura is home for the summer; just not right now. She is on her way home from Indy, and doesn't know what she is headed for... Anyways, here is my story, the reason for this post: I was at St. Mary's this morning, entering some information from their Death Records into a database, which is what I do on Wednesday mornings... On the way home, I thought I'd stop at Destinations (Bookstore), just a few blocks away, because I had a gift card from there I had been carrying around since Christmas. I kind of went out of my way a few blocks, wanting to 'check out' the neighborhood. Then I turned onto 15th street, which parallels railroad tracks, then onto Spring. 15th Street was not a good choice - it should be at the top of the list for our fair city to repair! As soon as I turned onto Spring Street, it sounded like a train's brakes screeching on the tracks, and I kind of panicked, wondering where the train was, because I hadn't seen one or heard anything else. A few more feet, and I thought maybe I was making the sound, but what could it be? Another half a block, and I knew it was me! I can never make a long story short, but didn't actually realize how I can make a short story long.. I'll try harder... Called Alan. He came. Removed tire. Removed tiny pebble from brake dust shield (or something like that). My hero! Back to long story - it's the only way I can do this... The point of this story is, however, not that Alan is so capable, which I hope he never thinks I take for granted - because I appreciate so very much the great scope of "talents" and "wherewithal" he obtains - but the fact that he did it so graciously and never once made me feel like I was a pain in the butt or putting him out or disrupting his day, all of which I actually was. I know he didn't roll his eyes even once (that''s supposedly my trick, anyway.) Although I think from the time I stopped my "Screaming Mimi" til I was puttering quietly down the road again, was only about half an hour...giving him time to grab a quick (healthy, I'm sure) lunch and make a 1:15 meeting... it WAS a half hour (maybe it was 45 minutes...umm with his travel time...maybe an hour or more for him) that he didn't need to deal with. I all but fell apart when all this first happened and, like I told Alan, if I ever am in an accident or witness something terrible, I think I will probably faint. My capability to handle "situations" was never a strong point (can't I just ignore it???), but I feel even that diminishing and am a little more "helpless" and definitely have moved into "high maintenance". Although Alan says I can't be the "princess" - I already asked!.... I have been very grateful that my kids became as responsible as they are a long time ago - made MY life easier, not so sure about theirs... Laura just pulled in, and I've had my chance to rant (as in Webster's definition: n. a bombastic extravagant speech), so I'm done.