Another Year, Another . . .
By the time most of you read this, it will be tomorrow, September 28th, which has the honor of being Jan’s and my Anniversary. In this the big Five Four.
54 years ago today, about 1:30 in the afternoon, Jan and I exchanged vows, rings and “I Do’s” in a little chapel on Northington Campus, the married student’s housing at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, AL.
I was wearing a suit and my beautiful red-headed wife was wearing a wedding dress that she had made herself the week before.
Along the way we had two great kids, Christopher Andrew and Brandi Leigh, and two fantastic grandkids, Piper Jean and Landon Thomas.
Jan later said she was determined for us to stay together for at least the first five years just to spite my mother.
As I said, at that time, Northington, an old Army Hospital dating from the beginning of WWII, was the married student’s housing for the University.
The long wings, making up the hospital wards, were cut up into individual one and two bedroom apartments, each with their own entrance. There was a waiting list to get in so it was a few months before we got an apartment there. In the meantime we lived in a concrete block duplex with cracks in the wall that let in daylight.
Later in the winter we got a letter from rental agency reminding us that during extremely cold weather it would be necessary to put anti-freeze in the sink, lavatory, and toilet drains to keep the pipes from freezing up . . . INSIDE THE APARTMENT.
We spent most of the winter cuddled up with our cats under the electric blanket.
And, amazingly, it all seems just like yesterday.
As far as celebrating, we’re going down to Galveston to have dinner at the Saltgrass Steakhouse there.
For the third time recently, when I went to order something this morning from Amazon, it told me that if I ordered it in the next few minutes, in this case, 42 minutes, I could get delivery between 2 and 6pm TODAY!
But as before, when I actually ordered it a few minutes later, I was told that it would be delivered tomorrow. Bummer.
I think they’re just taunting me.
Thought For The Day:
Don’t let anyone else ruin your day. It’s YOUR day.
Ruin it yourself.
