San Diego here we come
It was early October but
still warm. The thing about Tucson is
summer can stretch on and on. I needed a
change.
“Is this ready?” asked
Jack, my helpful husband, eyeing the suitcase lying on the bed. At this point, it looked like it was ready to
give birth.
“Just about honey, give
me a minute. I have a couple of little
things to slip in”.
“We’re only going to be
gone a week, you do know that?” Jack asked.
One eyebrow rose, and he managed to look very serious, as if this was a political
debate. I always fell in love with him all
over again when he did this. I couldn’t
raise one eyebrow at a time, especially looking as earnest as he did.
“I need what I need. I guess I could just buy stuff out there. Hmm…yes, that’s a good idea honey. I’ll just buy new shoes, why bring them? You are so smart”, I replied, giving Jack a
winning smile, knowing this would totally confuse him.
I read it is good to make
your husband feel smart, so always try to compliment him when I can.
“What? How many pairs of shoes do you need? I’m only bringing two, sandals for the beach
and my running shoes”.
“Please, hon, are you kidding
me? You know my podiatrist said I
shouldn’t wear the same shoes every day.
That’s what causes foot pain. You
men don’t care what you wear. You wear
the wrong shoes all the time. Are you
wearing those Rockport’s you have on with your chinos and your dress pants? You are so cute.” I shook my head and raised my eyebrows to
rival his, crinkling my forehead in concern as I awaited his response.
“Huh?” What’s wrong with them? They’re comfortable.”
“Uh, huh…” I replied, “I know honey and that’s why I
love you…that’s your stock response for I have no fashion sense. No matter, you are the best husband ever”.
I put my open toed silver
patent heels in the front pocket of my suitcase and shoved in my cute Kenneth
Cole bejeweled thongs alongside. The
walking shoes went in the separate pocket inside along with my black strappy
sandals. “Okay, now, it’s ready. You’re right, I don’t need another thing.”
Jack beamed. Good husband that he is, he removed the huge
bag without further complaint and loaded it into our CRV. He is well trained, efficient and strong.
Jack returned and grabbed
his overnight case with a couple of his necessary things and a garment bag with
the three or four items of clothing he was bringing. I checked my overnight case to make sure I
had my needed supply of cosmetics, toiletries and other accoutrements, threw my
purse over my shoulder, and followed Jack out to the garage.
We both went back in for
a final check of the house. I grabbed a
jacket, long sleeved denim shirt, shawl and sweater from the closet…just in
case and a couple of magazines and books for the car. After shoving those in the back seat, I ran
back in to get a pillow and fleece throw.
Jack came out with my overnight case and started the car. He got back out, and ran in to get whatever
it was he forgot. This is a ritual. I know he also double checked doors and
windows and turned off any lights I might have left on and turned the
thermostat to a suitable temperature.
He returned and sat down.
“Hon, did you get your
cap, sunglasses, wallet and everything else?”
Jack looked at me and
squinted, like he did when he was thinking and left again, returning shortly
wearing his cap.
I settled myself in our vehicle, clicking the
seat to lay back and closed my eyes as he pulled out of our driveway. We took off for San Diego at 8 a.m.
At 11 a.m., we stopped for
a quick breakfast along Interstate 8 and bought a couple of snacks at the gas
station to keep us going for the rest of the drive. We hit San Diego at 4:00 p.m. and checked
into the beachfront hotel. The first
thing Jack did was check the phone book and peruse restaurants to figure out
where to go for dinner. One thing I can
say for my hubby is we shall never go hungry.
While he did that I unpacked, I had a lot to do before dinner.
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