Another day in the Husker Nation.

So...Bing came home last night. It was good to see her, but we were all tired after our hard week and all we wanted to do was not talk and go to sleep.

This morning went better. We decided to pass our football tickets to the Husker game today to the building engineer at the high school where Bing teaches. The weather is gorgeous today but supposed to gunk up again tomorrow and we have so many outside chores to get done.

It was a good decision. The building engineer nearly kissed us all as we dropped off the tickets at the school this morning. He, his wife and son have NEVER gone to a game, so this will be so much fun for them.

It was so pleasant just chugging along in the car together this morning. Bing took us into her room at the school and let Liv play on her computers (she teaches computers and music) while she caught up on some work. I wandered into the school library and chatted with the librarian.

Afterwards, we decided to go to Borders and then out to lunch and then to go home and do yard work and listen to the game.

We are all Borders junkies. I knew the exact book I wanted (Garrison Keillor's Pontoon....thank you so much, Jill,for sending me all the information on him), so I picked it up and headed over to the children's section with Liv. She has none of the book tastes that I had as a child. I liked The Little House books, The Bobbsey Twins, Betsy-Tacy books, and anything by Beverly Cleary. Liv likes Harry Potter or anything involving magic, mystery, or adventure. She ended up picking up a book that looked just plain stupid to me, but I kept my mouth shut. It does kill me that she regards my old favorites as "boring."

Bing seldom buys books. It is ALWAYS a cd. This time, it was something by a group called The Decemberists. No clue who they are.

We went here for lunch. Liv loves their mussels platter, Bing goes nutty for their salmon crepes and I'm the carnivore who likes my cheeseburger rare. But, it was so wonderful to just...sit, you know? Just sit and talk and be a family together. As we were sitting, Liv and I noted that once again we were matching in brown corduroy pants and tan sweatshirts. This is getting just plain weird. Bing wore her jeans and Husker tee. The muscles in her arm showed as she reached for some bread over the table in front of me. I had a sudden urge to kiss her arm, but refrained nicely. Later.

And now we are home. Bing is in the yard mowing, Liv is playing with Socks, the puppy who I am very afraid is a mentally handicapped dog who has no concept of housetraining despite lots of effort on ALL of our parts. They are outside tumbling around the back yard while Bing flies by, led by the mower. The radio is blaring the Husker game. We are losing. There isn't a lot of joy in the Husker Nation these days but we are hopeful now that Tom Osborne is back at the helm.

I will go out soon and help to touch up the paint on the windows on the north side of the house, the ones that take a beating every winter.

It occurs to me that I am content. I am spending the day with the two people who I love the most in the world. The sky is so blue that it looks like something a child would paint. The leaves are just beginning to think about turning color, but they are still hanging on to their greens, hating to say goodbye just yet.

I am happy.