Somehow I slept in today and the sun was up before me. How dare it!
Enjoying my lazy morning until woman-unit awakens and graces me with her presence. Which probably won’t be long now.
There are two anniversaries in my life which are coincidentally adjacent. And the feeling of which has shifted a bunch of late.
Yesterday was the 41st anniversary of my graduating USAF pilot training. Which marks the start of my professional career. It’s a difficult milestone to achieve with life-changing consequences that you can’t predict until they unfold. And now, as my professional career winds to an end later this year, this is in a sense the last anniversary of that event that matters.
Today is my 35th wedding anniversary with my now-deceased first wife. And the second such anniversary since she died. But for my (and her) unlikely paths through USAF, we’d have never met, much less shared the bulk of our lives together. This could have been a joyous day, or at least one of shared quiet satisfaction at a great marriage. But now it’s not and can never be. Life goes on, but some days I really miss what we had together.
My new wife is now up, it’s a gorgeous day here in paradise, and the future beckons.
Good luck to us all as we navigate the slings and arrows of misfortune by dribs and drabs that all life is heir to. A steady drip-feed of crises and triumphs great and small. May our triumphs outnumber, or at least outweigh, our crises.
Others have already provided great advice.
), perhaps it was a catamaran. When we went to mass on Sunday morning in Maui, one of the ladies from my Water Exercise class was also in attendance with her husband; small world. We would have liked to have stayed an extra day, which would have been free at the condo, but we had to return for the Catholic League Championship swim meet. Freaking good thing we did as my daughter achieved her state cut in the 500 yd freestyle event; I get chills just thinking about it. Thankfully did not see anyone wearing a string bikini. Perhaps 2 strange things, one that had nothing to do with Waikiki. 1. a guy on Waikiki beach who had macaws. He talked us into letting them sit on our shoulders and taking pics of us then selling us the pics as postcards. I thought our families would enjoy them. Mom framed hers. 2. we went to bed on election night with the news stations calling the election for the guy who ‘invented the internet’. The next morning we learned about hanging chads.
