Daily Prompt: What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.
Studly Doright and I have been married for 39 years, and he’s one of my favorite people. Thanks to eight job transfers, all for his career, we’ve spent quite a bit of time apart.
Physically the longest period of separation was during our last move. He headed to Tallahassee in July of 2012 while I stayed in Mahomet, Illinois, to sell our home. It was Thanksgiving before we were reunited. He did fly me down for a long weekend, though, to house hunt. As separations go, it wasn’t too awful.
The toughest time we had to deal with was our move from New Salem, North Dakota, to Great Bend, Kansas. Studly left us in November to begin his new job while the kids finished the school semester at New Salem (Home of the Fighting Holsteins), and I readied the house for sale. It sold quickly, and we made arrangements to move, but then both kids and I came down with the flu.
We finally recovered only to have one raging blizzard after another paralyze our part of the country preventing the moving truck from getting to our home. The crew got through to pack up our belongings, but couldn’t get the big truck up to the house.
Finally fed up with delays, I packed overnight bags, stuffed the kids and the cat in the car and headed due south, leaving detailed instructions for the movers. I could barely see the road for the snow, and every now and then I’d have to skirt around abandoned vehicles stuck in drifts. I prayed a lot.
As soon as we crossed into South Dakota the skies cleared and the temperatures warmed. I felt like we’d escaped from a Stephen King novel, The Shining 2.0.
With all my heart I hope we are through with moving and the separation it brings. I’ve told my family I’ll consider going to an assisted living community some day, as long as Studly comes along.
Peace, people!
A little Harry Nillson for your listening pleasure. Damn, I love this song.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
My favorite song of all times. I remember when it came out – I was fourteen. Oh my goodness, I am crying 😦
You got some mighty blizzard!
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I had a boyfriend who introduced me to that song. When my family moved away from him my last year of high school it became my angst-filled anthem.
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And I met a guy at the outdoor dances that summer (my friend and I sneaked in illegally). We danced, and danced, and danced and then he left with an older girl…
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His loss!
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Ah, he was some five year older than I 🙂
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Memories like that are what keep us young and giddy. Delicious!
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Exactly, and almost every song has a memory attached to it 🙂
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You’ve just inspired a new post!
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Great! 🙂
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I enjoyed reading this Leslie. I didn’t know you lived in Illinois at one time 🙂
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Eight great years! I enjoyed everything except the weather!
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We have had snow on the ground for nearly a month now. I was born here though. I don’t know any better lol!
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Some folks live for the snow. I’m not one of them.
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I love the snow. There’s nothing like a good snowball fight but I’ll go easy on you 🙂
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I was just complaining to my daughter who lives near Moline, IL, that it’s really cold here today: 41. She had no sympathy.
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Ah, nostalgia! Thanks for the flashback with the Harry Nillson song. Enjoyed reading about your adventures, too.
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Thanks! The song still holds up well, doesn’t it?
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Eight transfers for his job, you’d get a medal here in Italy. Italian wives often just let their man go wherever and weekend commute, all in the name of the “bambini” who would be traumatized if they had to leave their homes and schools and friends! This is a change-resistant country.
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There were times I was tempted to do that. But I was very anxious to leave North Dakota!
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