All this happened the week before Thanksgiving when I was too busy to post. That pre-Thanksgiving weekend was bracketed by dinners with two different close friends. One I met for dinner downtown, and one cooked for me at her home. Both involved good food, wine and hours of talking.
And the night before that weekend, the boyfriend took me to an event at the old theater downtown that involved a film screening for a documentary. I was happy for an opportunity to wear a killer LBD and heels. And even more happy when he saw me and said, "Oooh! How lucky a guy am I?!"
Okay, this speaker is white, but not that white. You'll have to take my word for this being Stan Brock, one of the co-hosts on"Wild Kingdom." I grew up with that show - remember Marlin Perkins? Anyway, Brock started a program called Remote Area Medical to bring free medical and dental care to needy areas around the world, including Appalachia. The boyfriend had been invited because he volunteers with RAM.
The Wind Orchestra played before the film screening. An odd mix of songs, including a patriotic set that included the official songs of the branches of the military. When they played the Lee Greenwood song, "God Bless the USA" (You know the one, "I'm proud to be an American where as least I know I'm free"), the giddy conductor told us that when the singer got to "and I'd gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today," we were to stand up and sing along. Well, no. First of all, I absolutely loathe that song. It's the sort of over-wrought patriotism that gives me the heebies. I love my country in spite of all our flaws, but I don't like the suggestion that it has some sort of special in with God not available to other countries. And secondly, I don't want someone telling me when or how to have an emotional reaction to something. So I sat in my seat while everyone else leapt to their feet on command. The boyfriend stayed seated with me, both amused and bemused by my knee-jerk stubbornness.
But there was a guy who came on stage with a bald eagle during the National Anthem. So, yeah. We had that going for us.
And finally, on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, he came to my house to spend the night before we both headed out of town to visit our respective families.
We woke up to this, an early first snow for this area. Magic.