I recently gave a speech for work.  The introduction I used referenced music.  I'll spare you all the boring details but jump to the main point of the introduction... I think music resonate with us all.  Tonight, I heard the song "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" and immediately flashed back with a smile and warm feeling to the first time I met Roger.  It was over 25 years ago.  I was working with my dad in the office supply store we had just opened.  I think the store had only been open a couple months.  Roger came in one afternoon.  I honestly don't remember what he came in to purchase.  All I remember is that he came in.  Dad was out calling on potential customers so I was manning the store.  Roger and I chatted it up for a while. He bought something (I don't know what) and then left.  As he walked out the door and down the sidewalk, I peeked out the window to look after him.  And of course as my luck would have it....Roger turned to catch me mid-stare.  BUSTED!  Once we started dating, Roger of course called me out for "checking him out".  My simple reply, "I was NOT checking you out.  It wasn't YOU.  I was checking out your car."  Many years later when we started dating again (I took a small detour) and were much more serious, I gave Roger a ring that was inscribed with "It wasn't you."   To this day, I tell him it wasn't him and am met with "Suuurrrrreeee." Anyway, a long story to tell you how a song brought back a memory about the first time I saw Roger's face. 

Here's the scoop today.  I'm NOT going to jinx us so I am NOT going to talk about good days and I'm NOT going to talk about bad days. I'm NOT going to tell you how Roger did or didn't feel.    I'll merely describe the day's events as I know them and you can draw your own conclusion about good or bad.  When I left this morning, Roger was sitting up cross legged in bed, melted over into a ball asleep.  Later in the afternoon, I called him to check in.  He was out running errands, went to the karting center to check in, went to the hardware store, went to the pet store to get stuff for our salt water fish tank.  He had already had lunch when I called (two meals down!).  Then when I got home this evening he was in full-steam-ahead mode.  Hanging a closet door, hanging trim on a couple doorways.  Up and down stairs repeatedly chasing tools. Going out to the garage to saw pieces of wood.   Each trip outside layering up with coat and nanook hat.  You name it and he was doing it. Hell, I was exhausted just *watching* him let alone trying to follow along to lend a hand whenever he needed one. And, all the while he was chatting it up.   Dinner was later than I like but he was in full mode of working on projects and did not want to be disturbed.  Do Do Do.  Go Go Go.  He was a tall, skinny, chatty, mighty mouse. 

OK...that's all I'm gonna say.  Draw your own conclusions. 

Tonight Roger referenced the proverbial Bucket list.  Not that its a must-do-now list but just a general bucket list (we both liked the movie when it first came out).  He mentioned the Summer Olympics and asked "Is that a Bucket List thing?" , with my head crooked sideways, I said it would be cool but he had to decide what his "list" was.  I did weigh in that I dont remember him watching much of the summer Olympics and instead that I saw him wanting to got to a Formula One race in Europe or Asia.   He thought for a minute and then agreed.  So, I don't think the summer Olympics will be on the agenda...but maybe Le Mans or some other open wheel race outside the US.  Also related to racing, we (my parents and I) got Roger and my brother Alan a three-lap ride in a two-seat Indy Car around the Indianapolis 500 Motor Speedway this summer! Should be a blast.  I would most likely puke if it were me...the two of them however are TOTALLY thrilled.  Big Boys. Big Toys. 

WISHING YOU ALL A FAB WEEKEND.  xxooxxoo ~ a & r