Saturday Adventures

This past Saturday I went out with my mother-in-law to town, as we do every Saturday. Instead of going to Ocala as we normally do, we went into Belleview to see Frank at work. For some reason I was as nervous as a 13 year old as we walked into his workplace. I see him every day and every night. Yet going back into the same place where we met, seeing him in his work uniform, and knowing things could have turned out so very different made a lump in my throat, and tears burn in my eyes. The only difference this time from before is that I was actually able to go up to him, give him a smile and tell him how much I loved him without looking over my shoulder in fear of being grounded for life. After talking for a few minutes he had to go back to work, but it was so good to be able to go up to him and just talk about nothing and everything.

After letting Frank get back to his job, we went to the flea market and had a jolly good time. I’d never been to the flea market before, so it was interesting to see all the stuff there was for sale. I bought a few handkerchiefs, a pineapple, and some squash they had at a good price. We only walked half the flea market, and it took us 3 hours. So in a couple of weeks we’ll go again and cover the rest of it. Frank’s mom also got me a bracelet (it kinda looks like a watch) with Frank’s and my name on it, and I can add stuff to the bracelet later on. So far all it has is our names with hearts in-between the names; and a little “Just Married” link on it.

As soon as we were done at the flea market I saw it was close to Frank’s lunch break in-between jobs. So I begged his mom to drive down a couple blocks and see if we saw him driving to the other job. Sure enough, we saw him at the traffic light right before he saw us. His mom and I were just laughing hysterically at his expression when he saw us, and we skittered off to the parking lot of Wal-Greens. He followed us, and after we explained ourselves, he told us he was going to eat at Sonny’s for lunch, and invited us to join him. I, of course, said yes; I miss no opportunity to be with my favorite husband. ;-) Frank is dreadfully sweet, though. When I asked him if we were interrupting his lunch hour, he said that no; he was planning on eating alone but would much rather eat with me. How sweet is that, hmm? Anyhow; he ordered the all-you-can-eat ribs, and I got the salad bar. We had a great time just whispering silly things to each other, and I told him about the neat stuff I saw at the flea market.

When Frank left to go to his 2nd job, he told me to drop by work again if I wanted to right quick. So as soon as his mom and I were done eating our lunch, we saw him again. I had to wait for him a bit since he was in the office, but Tim got him for me in a hurry. Frank told me later that I still seemed nervous even when I went to his 2nd job, but I couldn’t help it! It felt so odd to be able to go to his workplace and just have someone run and get him for me. So often I feel as if I’ve been handed the moon and I don’t quite know what to do with it.

I would go again to the flea market this weekend, but I’m playing a wedding. I’ve always wanted to play weddings with some of fellow musicians, but it never happened because I was always so busy doing stuff in my parents house. But now that I’m married, I can pretty much decide if I want to play weddings, or teach music, or play concerts. I always ask Frank first, and I know which days are good and which ones aren’t. I love playing music, and the more I can do the better. Music is as much a part of me as my personality, and without my music I would not be the same.

I have to practice for various concerts, rehearsals and weddings coming up. It's off to the wonderful world of practicing...even proffesssionals hate practicing! ;-) But I need to at least sound like I know what I am doing.