Prior to our deployment I read lots of advice about managing it. One column suggested the soldier leave notes around the house for his spouse to find throughout their time apart. It also suggested the spouse tuck little notes and presents in the soldiers bags for him to find on his travels.
Luckily neither Dallas or I are that romantic.
Instead of love notes, he left reminder notes on each month of the calendar.
Romantic right? Each month had something special. Like in April he reminded me to do the taxes. (Which of course I remembered to have my Mother-In-Law do – I’m not so good with numbers.) In May he reminded me to renew the car insurance. Sweet.
Every month started with the same to lines though, “Start truck” and “Drive truck around the block.”
Ten messages. I started the truck three times.
The first time I forgot about it and left it running for three hours. Oops.
I waited a few months to start it again and had to jump it. Oops.
All winter I avoided driving it around the block because it was icy (In my defense it was the snowiest and coldest winter on record.) and the tires on it are bare. I’m not kidding, Dallas refers to them as “racing tires.”
(We live dangerously.)
So, I never drove it.
However, over the last two weeks I’ve done some work on the basement. With some help from the kids and my awesome friends we’ve removed the carpet, peel and stick tile underneath, wallpaper, and chair rail. I used the van to take one load to the dump, but it got my new car all messy.
We started loading stuff in the back of the truck because it was obviously the better choice to get messy.
I had to jump start it again, since I hadn’t done it since May when Dallas was home on R & R. Ooops.
I backed it out of the car port…
I was going to fix it before he came home, but I just flipped the calendar to August (I realize it’s August 23 – shut up.) and found this, the last note.
I guess this means I can’t fix the mirror.