“I only want to travel with you,” he cooed.
Larry celebrated his 70th birthday with a BANG last March.
After a 90 minute Reiki massage that left him wiggly as a noodle, his “I got to do something active” kicked in.
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Planning Larry’s 70th birthday trip was tricky. Hawaii was a compromise from his wishes to visit Australia and New Zealand, plus he wouldn’t accept any other travel partner. “I only want to travel with you,” he cooed.
I hurt my right knee, making it significantly worse hiking 4 days in Arizona the month prior. The MRI showed a bone bruised. “How on earth did you do that?” Larry asked.
“I don’t know.” A answered.
The day before we left for Hawaii, Larry said, “You don’t have to go with me, if you don’t want to.”
Did I hear him correctly? After all the fussing and work, he excused me with the flick of his hand? Surprised and very hurt, I did what I do best, I dug in.
“I’m going too.” I answered.
So, we travelled to the south side of the big island because Larry wanted to witness Kilauea erupt. Unfortunately mini-walk/hikes left me incapable the following day, so Larry took off, hiking, exploring, man-stuff - while I sat at the Airbnb and read for my death doula course.
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Now back to his big seven-oh…
As the masseuse drove off, “ I feel guilty just leaving you here,” Larry announced as he slipped on shorts and hiking boots.
“You should,” I answered, “Are you going to wear your crown? Make sure to take selfies with it on.”
A few hours later, Larry came home covered with deep, volcanic rock abrasions. He fell taking a selfie getting tangled in his gear (a backpack?).
Honest to God, this wife, me, a person who thinks she has the best intentions, LAUGHED OUT LOUD. I laughed all fricken evening.
I felt slightly bad the following morning cuz he was sore. And Larry did do a last minute load of laundry before we changed islands.
He’s not a bad fellow, he’s just fearless*.
*Fearless, the term Larry has asked me repeatedly to use, instead of stupid.
