I’m sticking with a theme of late. Where were you in ’42? or ’62? That’s a movie I think?? Where the Boys Are. Now that for sure is a movie. I was reminded of it last week. I enjoyed watching the rerun on TV years after the big screen debut. And of course I read the book. You always have to read the book doncha know. Alrighty, moving on …
Where were you 37 years ago on this day? Around 3:00 pm, B and I were at St. MM Catholic Church getting hitched. Seems like yesterday and forever ago in an instant. Yep we’ve been happily betrothed for almost 2/3rds of our lives. If I did the math right. I’m likely over estimating but very close since we’re closer to 60 than 50. Doh! Oh the humanity!! said in my Gecko from the GEICO commercial voiceover voice. ha! I’ve got a flat tire. Oh no I don’t.
My mood is giddy. Tonight we’ll celebrate with some great steaks since food is meant to be shared, another nugget from last week. If not for the middle of the week and the delta, we might be partaking inside a restaurant. Pappadeaux of course. Which we’ve been to during the pandemic after being fully vaccinated and pre delta. The experience was lackluster, not worth the extra effort in my opinion, though I hear tell the standards are becoming more lax. Doesn’t make sense to me but oh well. Steaks at home are a wonderful substitute.
Some say marriage is hard work. We haven’t found that to be the case. Now don’t get me wrong, being married as long as we have isn’t easy but work? Not so much. I had a boss who used to say, if you love what you do, you’ll never work another day in your life. See the similarities? If you think of marriage as a job that is … How absolutely unromantic. That’s okay, romance can be overrated.
Anyhoo, for better or worse, through thick and thin, ’til death do us part. Cheers to 37 years with many more to come God willing and the creek don’t rise.
As always, more to come.