Jeremy has a dream--he has for quite some time. He dreams of his very own wood-fired pizza oven in the backyard.
On a side note: little kids can not keep secrets. Luckily the boys kept calling it a "pizza class", because I had told them that a part of the class was baking their own pizza's in the oven, so regardless the bits Jeremy did get from the boys didn't tell him exactly what we had planned for him--or how cool it was!
Unfortunately rain was on the forecast that day, and the class materials had said the class would be moved to the community center in case of inclement weather. I was so nervous, and of course it started raining a half hour before the class was supposed to begin.
I was totally bummed.
We drove by the guy's house anyway, because the whole point is actually seeing this guy's oven in action, anyone can go check out a book from the library to learn the theory of it all, and I was sure that the other participants would agree and wouldn't mind the rain.
(It was a new experience for us, getting the reaction to unloading our "four boys?!" --including the week and a half old Rory.)
I can imagine this conversation: Hey remember how you just shook my hand when I graduated with a PhD. last month but I don't actually have a job, so I was thinking of taking up sourdough bread-baking instead. What do you think, will you hook me up with some starter?!
And as for me--I was feeling generally on top of the world for being such a stellar wife, and sending him to this class.