Today is our 27th anniversary. We stayed in tonight, thanks in part to horrendous weather roaring through our area. Lots of tornadoes, severe straight-line wind damage, flooding, and similar stuff. Fortunately, none of those misfortunes befell us...at least, not yet. I feel for the poor folks who have to deal with the aftermath tonight, though. If I were a first-responder, tonight would be an opportunity to take care of broken lives.
My wife and I decided, consciously, not to celebrate tonight. There's too much going on at the office, too much dragging us into uncomfortable humdrum stuff to try to celebrate a momentous occasion. We're going to Albuquerque and Santa Fe shortly after the first of May, though, and will use that occasion to celebrate. My god, 27 years of marriage, on top of a few years "living in sin," is something of an accomplishment.
I'm probably too tired, too worn out from the demands of upcoming client meetings, to allow it to affect me the way it should. I should be dancing on the heads of needles at such an accomplishment. But I'm just thinking about it, wondering what we could have done had we pursued different directions, wondering how our lives might have been more fulfilling if we had not succumbed to the mantra of management. I don't want to feel melancholy on my 27th anniversary, but it seems I don't have as much control over my mood as I'd like.
My wife and I played a game of Sequence until the pizza delivery guy arrived (yes, we're quite adventursome, arent't we?). When he got here, we grabbed our individual pieces of pizza and made our ways to our own private nests to watch television or blog or think...whatever fits.
Aaaachh. That's not the way I envisioned it. Maybe 30 years will be a bit more splashy and memorable.
1 comment:
A quiet acknowledgement is just fine. Maybe it's like a no-hitter in baseball: the deeper you get into the game, the less people are supposed to say about it.
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