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If there was ever any doubt that I am a crazy fool, I have put that to rest. On Wednesday, I did the craziest thing I have ever done in my entire life. With much discussion among the Divine M, Graziella and myself, after much angst, after repeating "living in fear sucks, living in fear sucks, living in fear sucks" (thank you, CrackerLilo!) so often it became a full-fledged mantra, I made the decision to drive not to the basement for Thanksgiving but to...Suffolk, Virginia. Where Lithus is doing a logging tour. Where Lithus was going to be grounded due to weather for three days. Where Lithus was not only spending Thanksgiving but his birthday alone. Where Lithus, my firefighting pilot, who I had not yet actually met, was in for a shock. Here's the story...

Monday, I had the idea and emailed Graziella and the Divine M. They came back with resounding applause and assured me I should indeed make it a surprise. So, I sent Lithus an email asking for the address of his hotel because I had arranged for a package to be delivered to him for his birthday. Then Graziella came over Monday night to help me pack and plan outfits. She donated two bottles of wine to the cause and generally kept me sane as I kept saying "What the hell am I doing? This is crazy."

Tuesday, (after a reassuring phone call from DonDon to tell me he was okay in spite of missing a post and having to tell him what I was doing because I have learned I simply cannot lie to the man, damn him!) I left work and headed straight for the basement. Eight hours later (it's a five hour drive), the Divine M opened the door and generally kept me sane while I said "What the hell am I doing? This is crazy." And I left Lithus a message assuring him I had made it to the basement safely, not to worry.

Wednesday, I sent him off another email saying that the Divine M and I were busy with last minute stuff so I probably wouldn't have a chance to write or call again until later that evening. And I was on the road to VA. When I got to the hotel, I enlisted the front desk staff. He smokes an obscure brand of cigarettes so I had brought two packs with me. Giving them to Kym, I said, "Call Lithus' room. Tell him he has a package." So she grinned and did so. And he didn't come down. And didn't come down. And didn't come down.

Thirty minutes later, another staff member loaned me her cell phone. I proceeded to call the hotel and have her transfer her own cell phone through her system and connect me to his room. "I just got an email confirming the package has been delivered!!! Do you have it yet?" Of course, he didn't but he promised he would go down and get it. At which point, I told him to call me back. And I sat, waiting.

He received his cigarettes with a puzzled expression and stood, looking around, not quite sure what was happening. And I called his name. The front desk staff leaned over to watch us and all but applauded when he wrapped me up. As we stepped onto the elevator, Kym and her cohorts were still watching us, grinning ear to ear and she said "That was some package." To which my dear Lithus responded, "She really is, isn't she?"

And he is wonderful. And he is wise enough to think I am, too. ;) It was a good idea that became an even better reality.

So, my dear friends out there in cyber space, when you read this in some novel at some point, you can grin and remember exactly where the research for those pages came from. And know it's not fiction.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.