So if I told you that we spent last Sunday afternoon, my sorry carcass asleep on the sofa, Kleenex box nearby, the Olympics playing in the background, rain softly falling outside, and Tom upstairs in his office working for a few hours, you would probably wonder why I would even mention it. Mundanus maximus.Except that it was our anniversary. And not just any anniversary. It was our Fortieth Anniversary. A Big One. Right. So, where was our Big Celebration consisting of any or all of a Big Party, a Big Vacation Trip, some Big Gifts To Each Other?
Well, not entirely absent, the above scenario notwithstanding.
I don't like big parties, for one thing. So, scratch that one from the git-go (Hm--I've never written that expression out before...is it "get" or "git"? Time to google). I'm sure Tom would have loved a Big Party. But, he's so considerate of my sensibilities, that it would never even have come up for discussion.
And, as for Big Vacations, there really isn't time for that, right now. Plus, we considered our weekend in San Diego three weeks ago with our kids and Emi and Mike to be a kind of a combination my-birthday/our-anniversary affair. So much fun!
As for Big Gifts, we are researching the purchase of two kayaks for ourselves, but haven't gotten all the info quite yet. Soon, though. Hilarious pictures to follow.
And we're rather fond of the idea that the whole year is our Celebration (which is to say, that we can justify just about anything we want to do this year as "anniversary-related"--cool, right?). Next piece of the pie=going to see Paula Poundstone in a couple of weeks. Sweet.
We did start out with a nice plan for the day on Sunday, though. Brunch at South Pine Cafe, piano/violin recital in the afternoon--so civilized--and Nepalese food for dinner. Plus, I had made a very indulgent, heart-shaped chocolate/chocolate cake with mint-chocolate chip filling. Who needs more than that, anyway? Seriously.
But, Sunday morning, I woke up with one of those crummy colds that built intensity throughout the day. We did make the brunch--aren't we cute? And we did eat some of the cake (with some B&J ice cream). But the recital and Himalayan restaurant got scratched.
Still.
It was nice. How could it not be? I could just drift in and out of sniffling consciousness thinking about the wonderful and amazing man with whom I've shared my life all these years and what a lovely, lovely life we still have (and, I assume, will continue to have)---that and curling.
Perhaps by our Fiftieth I will have lost some of my Fear of Big Parties. Or maybe not.
