Friday’s are usually the best day of the week. I couldn’t say it to be true this week.
I had a visit from Kessabug last week. Some things fell through (or got shifted) so she was able to stay a few days longer. She left on Friday, about noon time. A mere couple hours later someone else had to leave also.
About two hours after this, Bruddah headed on to The Base to get ready for his impending deployment. I wasn’t planning on going to the Deployment Ceremony so I was hanging around to see him off. I soon learned that not only was I supposed to go and drive his car back…but it was indeed on Sunday instead of Saturday. As soon as I learned this I asked him if I would see him on Sunday. He said “Yeah Man” and I said “See ya later…” and I was off.
I headed to work to get some things straightened out. I didn’t want to step into a hornets’ nest come Monday, so I ended up deleting about 4000 emails and got all of what I was going to work on lined out. I made a couple of phone calls and then headed on over to Church to take care of the bulletin. I was pretty beat so I decided to stay in and watch some movies. I headed to Wal-Mart and picked up some Red Box movies, among some other things that I can’t remember.
I got home and pretty much just crashed on the couch for the rest of the night and most of the next day. Saturday was very lazy for me. I was in the middle of watching one of the movies when I got a phone call asking me to help move a Sister from our Ward. I got ready and headed over only to see that most of the work was done…perfect timing. The rest of the day is a blur, except for the various updates on what time we would be leaving the next day. I think I ended up going to bed around 1am.
I got up around 6:30 Sunday morning. Ready, I headed on over to dads house. It wasn’t really snowing that much to start…but I had heard that it was going to get worse. Mom had been texting back and forth with Bruddah…him saying that we should leave earlier so we could get there. We headed out about an hour before we had originally planned, in Mom’s new car, a Civic. It wasn’t so bad to start with…but it kept on getting progressively worse and worse. Along the way Bruddah was telling us how bad it was at his location, and how the power had gone out. About 90 miles into our 170 mile trip it was decided that we should tuck tail and run.
We all felt bad that we weren’t going to get to see him off, but it was the right decision to make. I don’t think he’s actually leaving U.S. soil until July, so we might still have one last chance to see him.
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