Phone conversation with my sister today: “Dude, I’ll check it out tomorrow in the archives, go WRITE something.”
That wasn’t the only reason that I didn’t get anything onto the blog today. It was (pat. pend.) crazy at work, and my machine wasn’t working correctly, so I ended up ferrying myself back and forth between the office and my home computer where the actual manual-writing was getting done. I still have some page scanning to do in the morning, but my system isn’t talking to my flatbed at the moment, so I have to fix that first.
“But Doyce,” you say, “that couldn’t have been your whole day; what did you do after work?”
Well kids, today’s our anniversary.
Not what I would call the Really Impressive Anniversary, but it is the anniversary of our wedding day: Two Years, much of which has been shared with the Boy. I’ve always been more impressed with our Real Anniversary, which occurs on September 28th. Seven years ago, I finally got up the nerve to quit calling Jackie on the pretense of talking about the softball lineup and finally ask her to “Go see a movie or something.” She had me over to her place and we watched The Parent Trap.
Funny story: Jackie had no faith in the staying power of her suitors — I have never really had anything but steady relationships, so to me, 3 months is nothing but the warm-up period — to her, it was a barrier of the same magnitude as the Speed of Sound, circa 1950. I cruised to our 6 month and 1 year anniversaries with a smug smile on my face — her expression was often somewhat disbelieving and confused.
Funny story the other way around: since most steadies didn’t last long, Jackie had a habit of introducing them to her family EARLY (so that they’d know who she was talking about when she complained about them after she dumped them). TWO WEEKS after The Parent Trap, I was at The Parent Hell. You see, since most guys never made it to a second visit, her parents had given up putting much effort into getting to know them, so I spent 3 hours at her family’s house being steadfastly ignored. My blood pressure was so high by the end of the visit I heard angels singing. I was absolutely certain they hated me. (I had an earring.)
