There are times were it feels like everything in your world is loud, so loud you can’t think. Trucks, backhoes, hammers, add a light fog or rain and it’s amplified. I can say been there and done that, living by two railroad crossings which go through the small town, blowing their whistle at odd hours of the night and drag racing. . . I won’t say any more let’s see how Craig and Carla handle that.
Wednesday’s 10 AM tee-time in La Porte had them off at dawn, before Tim arrived. Stopping for breakfast, they made their tee time at Briar Leaf for 18 holes of golf and an enjoyable lunch at Portofino’s before heading home. “It’s been a perfect day for golf and the quiet was worth the drive. You know Carla we could play somewhere closer to home, but I’m starting to like this course really well. Think it’s the countryside.”
“Tomorrow may be noisy too Craig, do we need to go somewhere?” Carla giggled as Craig started to laugh, “I’ll let you know where we’re going when I wake up. We may be playing golf or walking on a beach. We’ll see what the day brings, but for now I would like something real sweet and spicy!”
Craig pulled Carla into a hug and dipped her back with a deep kiss “Ooh my . . .”
Thursday the fencing was put in and required Craig’s attention and at times, so did the garage construction. Silence was non-existent between the builders and fencing people, it was like the madhouse they endured during the passageway treasure hunt months ago. Carla made a special lunch with warm brownies to soothe the frayed edges.
“Can we run away for a few minutes Craig, I need silence?” “Yes my dear,” they ran down the road Craig started to laugh shaking his head. “Honey only silence we’re going to get is after 5 when they shut that post hole digger off, we’re almost a 1/2 mile down the road and I still hear it.”
“Ok so tonight only wine, a crackling fire, and my boyfriend, you know the crazy and insatiable one!” “Miss Sharp, what are you suggesting?”
Friday, they hit a driving range to help rid them of their frustrations of the past few week events and then off to the drive-in for their last summer burger and milkshake. “Carla did I tell you about Marcus’s call?”
“No, but I saw the note on the fridge about Saturday. Is that what Marcus called about?”
“Yes their coming for the reception and to take care of some other things, I offered to pick them up at O’Hare.” “Great that’ll give us a break from our ho-hum week,” Carla giggled.