It's been a long day, one of those days when you look in the backseat and say, "What's that strange bag of clothes? Oh, right, I forgot - I bought those clothes six hours ago." It calls for a list.
Noon. Woke up. Okay, well, then it wasn't a long day, but eventful.
2:00.The waitress at Bob Evans remembered Gary's face but not mine. Then Gary ordered the "Golden Harvest Omelet," which doesn't exist, and the waitress suddenly remembered me. "It's the Garden Harvest Omelet, sir. You did the same thing last time. Remember, ma'am, you and I made fun of him?"
3:00.Bought the clothes. White capris and an orange shirt. Uneventful, only I already mentioned the clothes and I had to explain them. I had a nice chat with a woman in line who had been on the Breast Cancer walk earlier that day. While I was sleeping.
4:00. The music store had an anniversary sale. And here it is, almost our anniversary. We picked up a bass and a bass amp for Gary. It isn't mine, but I've played it at least. Gary's using the Think method in which he is photographed with the bass, and holds it, and straps it on, but doesn't play it until he does some more research on the Internet. (You may wonder if the bass has a name. We decided to name it after the bass player in "That Thing You Do.")
4:00. We visited Gary's parents. The Mailbox has arrived! And Gary's mom only had to wait six months for it.
7:00. We went by Mom's house, where a squatter has taken up residence in the driveway. We've saw her car last time we were there, and she says she visits the lady next door. She also picks the flowers and gives them to the lady next door, which is fine with me. She ALSO asked when we were going to sell the house, which is no time soon. When we came out of Mom's house again five minutes later she was gone.
8:00. I was in favor of eating at Harvest, a place in the city where they use wind power and donate the used oil to the bio-diesel club. Gary was in favor of eating some place closer to home where we've eaten dozens of times before. Still, on the way to Gary's place we passed by a building we'd never seen before, the Saint Charles Boat House and Nature Center (and Public Bathroom). It was closed, but we peeked in and saw some Lewis and Clark replica boats.
Oh, and then I saw a Nature Center hawk fly through the air with the two back legs of ... a very relaxed rabbit trapezed in its talons. A Nature Center toad jumped into the middle of a crowded pathway, and we all banded together to steer him back into the grass. It was a nice group meets nature moment, like the time we were at the VP Fair under the arch, lying on the grass with a million other people looking up waiting for the air show. Three birds flew dead center through the arch legs in perfect formation. Again, nature pulled the crowd together. We all applauded.
10:00.When we got home, Gary went to the basement to play drums and I played his new bass. And people, why have you devious weasels not told me, "Oh, Ellen, the bass is 30 percent easier to play than the guitar!" Because it is. IT IS AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME. 1/3rd fewer strings. Big soft fat strings. It was ridiculous.
Gary came up from the basement and reported that the spiders down there have mutated again. Two years ago a little tiny white spider made a web by the light bulb and caught the crickets. The crickets in the basement had annoyed Gary, so he let the tiny white spider live. Now the floor beams above our heads in the basement are festooned with a looping canopy of spiderwebs solid from wall to wall. They are filled with spiders who are no longer white, but transparent from evolution. Now Gary says the spiders have developed extra long legs. He bent over to get a fallen drum stick and saw a herd of spiders galloping away from him. (The light must have hit them just right so he could see the transparent spiders.)
I know, this is not a busy Saturday for the rest of you, it is for me. I'm all prepared for the events of tomorrow, the 24th anniversay, when we do the ritual Anniversary Television Watching and the special Anniversary Internet Research.
Happy anniversary! (Watch out, though. Next year Gary's warranty expires.)
Posted by: ~~Silk | June 14, 2009 at 09:47 AM
Happy Anniversary. Regardless of how you celebrate. It's still a heck of a lot longer than most people have been married. I'd say I envy you, but I'm just not there yet (still wondering if I get time off for good behavior).
Posted by: Meredith | June 14, 2009 at 09:50 AM
That's an extremely busy Saturday for me! Most of the time I sit around watching all the shows we've Tivo'd throughout the week.
Happy anniversary!
Posted by: Melissa | June 14, 2009 at 11:10 AM
I'm just impressed you remembered. I usually forget ours. It's lost me a lot of points, over the years.
Well done, the both of you.
Posted by: Big Dot | June 14, 2009 at 05:18 PM
~Silk - Ha! But Gary ALWAYS gets the extended warranty.
Meredith - You deserve to be reincarnated and get a complete do-over.
Melissa - We watched "I'm Not Rappaport" and "Entourage" on the TiVo. Typical Day.
Big Dot - Luckily, we both forget. His mommy reminds him.
Posted by: TheQueen | June 15, 2009 at 12:50 AM
HOLY CATS!!! WOW!!
Congrats! So awesome for you and Gary.
Yeah married!
This is what happens after you receive some lovely flaming buckets of porn!!
:)
Posted by: Mrs. Holly Hall | June 15, 2009 at 10:22 AM
Happy anniversary one day late!
Posted by: Tami | June 15, 2009 at 12:45 PM
Mrs Holly Hall - I know. It was the flaming porn that clinched it.
Tami - Thank you!
Posted by: TheQueen | June 15, 2009 at 07:49 PM