7:50 p.m…Forgot to tell you that Steve is doing very well in his classes. In fact, today the instructor told him to stop answering the questions so somebody else could have a chance Prayer works. He’s only been doing this work for about 34 years.
7:40 p.m….We started getting some of the outer rain bands from Hurricane Dolly this afternoon. Parts of Houston got a pretty good soaking. It never rained on me, but overhead were these pretty circles of rain clouds. I love to watch a storm come in. The wind was pretty brisk, too, enough to make walking a little difficult. But we won’t even have Tropical Storm force winds up here. We are too far north of where it’s supposed to cross the coast.
I did all my errand running. So far for VBS, we have brought in $307 that I’ve counted. That might not sound like much, but we are a very small church. And I easily have $200 to $300 more in unwrapped coins. Bought 384 penny wrappers at Office Max. Our bank rarely has very many penny wrappers to spare. Then I went to Walmart.
I guess I am spoiled to being married. When I come home from shopping, Steve always comes out to carry in the groceries, and big bags of cat and dog food. And we aren’t talking a small amount. It’s usually a trunk full, and our trunk is very large. But today I had to carry it all in myself. That would be fine if I had no physical problems, but I do.
But I also just kind of felt lost when I got home. I knew he wasn’t here. Now, I lived by myself for about 2-1/2 years before we got married, so it’s not like I’ve never done that. But for 29 years now, I’ve lived with him. So I feel like more than just half of me is missing when he’s gone.
When Steve was standing in the line to go through the x-ray machine at the airport Sunday, I was standing outside the roped off area watching. The area is roped off kind of like a maze, where there’s lanes you have to go through. (I don’t know how big airports are that you might have been through, but ours is a huge airport, with 5 different terminals. And that’s just one airport – we have 2.) So every time he would come back around in the lane, close to where I was, he’d give me another kiss. And when he was finally at the point where we could not reach each other anymore, I had tears just rolling down my face. I couldn’t help it, eventhough I felt kind of stupid for crying. People travel all the time. Some spouses are gone a year when they go to war. Mine was just going to be gone not quite a week.
The guard was standing there pretty close to me, and he saw the tears. He just kind of smiled a little and looked away. After Steve went through the machine and was on the other side (where I can’t go anymore since I’m not a ticketed passenger), I waited and watched as he walked down the hall toward the gate. We waved and blew more kisses. I knew where he was going, because I had been in that airport so many times before 9/11. I know where all the gates are. He was leaving from C42.
So I went up on the rooftop. I like it when family flies out of Terminal C, because it has the best rooftop view of all the planes. I located his plane and waited for it to take off. I did lots of praying that God would keep his hand of protection on that plane, while I was taking pictures. People on the plane actually can see people on top of the parking garage. So I waved at him as he left. At night, it’s helpful to have a little flashlight so you can be located on the rooftop from a plane. Once when Brandon and Rachael flew to Missouri from terminal B, we signaled to them because that garage has red lights around the top. We would block and unblock the light, like it was flashing, and told them on cell phones what to look for.
Once when Caleb, Rachael’s brother was leaving after a visit, he said he could see 3 crazy people up on the garage roof waving as his plane was taxiing off toward the runway. That would have been Rach, Beth, and me. Once when Steve was flying somewhere for a seminar, he signaled to me where he was on the plane, by raising and lowering the window shade. We were talking on our cell phones, too.
Yeah, I felt stupid for crying, but maybe if more wives felt like I do, less marriages would break up. I cannot imagine ever wanting him to be away from me.
Much to do this afternoon. Beth is gone to therapy.
I have spent a good deal of time on the phone already today with the insurance company and the billing office of the therapy place. The therapy company want us to be paying our 25% copay on the amount they are billing, and not on the amount the insurance is actually going to allow. The receptionist at the therapy place already doesn’t like me, and I’ve never been anything but nice to her. However, I don’t think they expect that people will know the insurance is going to disallow much of what they are charging. And I’ve told them I will not overpay. So I got on my handy little calculator and realized the insurance is disallowing right at 60% of the charges that have been submitted. That’s a hefty difference. So I sent a check for the amount I figured we owed, and not what they said we owed. Beth said she did not know what she was going to do when she has to take care of this on her own. She is non-confrontational (at least most times). I am not afraid to argue with them. I don’t like to have to, but I will when it’s necessary. Actually, they should thank me. I am going to keep them from having to cut me a check for a refund.
I have to go to the bank and Walmart. And I have to stop at Office Max to get penny wrappers. Walmart sells bags of assorted coin rolls, but I already have tons of everything but penny rolls. I only need pennies. I have a 5 gallon bucket full of coins to roll from VBS. Fortunately, some are already rolled.
Tomorrow we go back to see the ankle surgeon. I think he is going to be very pleased with the progress she is making.
Please continue to pray for Cathy’s mom (Chatcat42.) Her first skin graft is scheduled for in the morning, and she posted that the doctors said there’s a good chance her mom won’t make it through the surgery.
Steve’s still having fun in Pennsylvania. Or not. He took a bottle of Motrin with him. He’s been needing it.
My Walmart shopping list keeps growing.