March 31, 2006

• Holy shmoly!

  In exactly one week I’ll be 45.  But its all good because in
  exactly one week I will be in Rome with my husband.  I am so
  excited that last night laying in bed I caught myself making lists in
  my head. 

  extra memory card for camera…check
  extra battery for same…check
  battery charger…check
  dork in bed with light out and no pen or paper….check!

  So also in current news, my anniversary is Sunday.  24
  years.  I know certain people who read me aren’t even 24 years
  old…lol.  It’s very weird being married this long because on a
  day to day basis I don’t even think about how long I’ve been
  married.  I’m to busy doing the daily job of living.  Then we
  both forgot about it because we’re busy planning this 4 day weekend to
  Rome.  And all of a sudden there it is in my face…..one of the
  reasons for going to Rome.  I’ve been married over half my
  life.   My sister called me last week and in the course of
  conversation she asked me how long we had been married and when I told
  her all she said was “holy shit that’s a long time.”  Then it
  dawned on me it really is.  No one in my immediate family has been
  married longer except our parents who divorced after 28 years. 
  And they would have divorced earlier except mom waited until we were
  mostly grown out of a fear dad would kidnap us. (that’s a different
  tale, for a different day) suffice it to say it wouldn’t have gone
  anywhere near 28 years if moi hadn’t made a surprise arrival 5 years
  after my nearest sister.  I am the only one in my family that
  hasn’t been married twice or more.  So I consider myself damn
  lucky.  I should have bought a lottery ticket the day I met Bear
  man.  If only I had known.  The fates should have been
  singing a hallelujah chorus or something else equally attention
  getting.  But NO instead I get an ordinary work day and an
  ordinary meeting….sheesh. 

  So anyway I got to thinking that I should get something for the man
  even though this trip is anniv/b-day rolled into one.   I
  wracked my brain for a time, (about 2 mins.) and came up with
  flowers.  I never buy him flowers and he and I both love
  flowers.  Especially after a long Winter of shades in gray and
  white.  My thought is this, he would rather eat my cooking than go
  out.  I cook almost ever day so nothing really special about even
  the most “special meal”.  He doesn’t need any more junk.  He
  doesn’t have a desk for a pen set or blotter or other businessy
  things.  He wouldn’t be caught dead in a tie and he doesn’t wear
  cologne.  That pretty much leaves washing his car for him or
  flowers.  and the flowers won out over the manual labor.  See
  how unromantic you can get after 24 years.  Of course we’ve never
  been the “all romance” channel anyway.  More like the “Do It Yourself”
  channel.  But it seems to be working so let’s not mess with a good
  thing.  We love each other and after 24 years the shiny newness
  might have worn off but the good solid craftmanship still
  remains.  And really is there a better gift than that?

  

  Liz and Bear on a park bench.  Ochsenfurt, Germany. Summer 2005

  Someday I want to be one of those little
  old couples that you see now and again.  They are walking
  somewhere, holding hands and you think how sweet.  I figure were
  only about 26 years from there, so its totally doable.  And what
  fun and adventure will we have in the next 26 years.  Life’s
  exciting isn’t it? 
  Gotta run.  Hope everyone has a great
  weekend! 

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