Yesterday was guys night out. We watched some hockey, caught up, and into the morning hours when the west-coast games were over, my buddy put on Guardian’s of the Galaxy 3.
In high school, the three of us that remained at the party after midnight, spent much of our high school years eating lunch in the art room. We were all comic and animation fans, and our appreciation for these artforms has continued into our 50’s.
My friends were shocked that I had only seen a few movies in the Marvel Universe, and demanded that my Marvel-loving daughter slap me upside the head and force me to sit down and binge the movies start to finish. When I was driving Emma home later this evening, she agreed we needed a Marvel movie marathon.
I didn’t drink much last night but after working hard on the garage repairs for two days straight, it was early afternoon by the time I got dressed. I had received a call that Quinn’s new home was ready, so I decided to take her for one last – again – romp around the dog park before I dropped her off.
The drop off was anticlimactic in itself, with Quinn exploring the apartment as I walked out the door, but when I came back later in the evening to drop off Abby’s backpack for her, I snuck in for a kiss as she lay in bed with Emma fast asleep beside her.
She is already missed. A year is a long time to have a guest and not be very sad when they do leave. Through all of their quirks, they still become a part of your family. Although I wish she didn’t like to scare the crud out of the cats and I won’t miss those early morning bark-fests, it’s weird not hearing her cute snores on the couch while I write.
As I made my way upstairs, I turned the light above the kitchen table off for the first time in a year.