Year Twelve

Sunday, Oct. 12, 2003 - 7:52 a.m.

Today is my twelfth wedding anniversary.

John is the only 'raggedy lil'ol' boy' (as my Gran used to call my suitors) that she AND both of my parents actually liked.

Instead of a huge wedding, my folks handed us five hundred dollars and told us to go to Reno. So we did.

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I don't write too often about John, but he wants it that way.

I used to, but on the rare occasions that I -have- written about him, he's kvetched and said oh gee thanks for making me look so terrible. He did offer a 'compromise', namely that I could go ahead and write about him as long as he had the final say over the text before I posted it. After I finished laughing, I got up off of the carpet and wiped my eyes and said no thank you. It's not that he doesn't do noteworthy things, or that I don't care about him at least as much as I care about being able to breathe -- it's just that this part of my life is private, at his request.

So if you guys ever wondered where the hubbins is in Diaryland, that's where.

Generally, I'll do my entry, and if he's sitting here in the living room, I'll say "Okay, I'm done!" and he'll wander over to the monitor to see my work. And he's almost always complimentary, too, which is nice.

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Yesterday, I got to have a phone visit with Cheri, and later that night, with Jamie. Jamie now has a working webcam and an input microphone, so we were able to see each other -and- speak to each other without having to have me hang up. It was fun.:)

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Today there's going to be an airshow by the Blue Angels. They practiced yesterday and Friday. At least I -hope- there will be a show; when I woke up an hour ago, it was foggy here, so we'll see.

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I IMed briefly with Scott Hysmith yesterday afternoon; the brain scan went as expected, and he'll have his results later in the week. This sounds good on the face of it; I mean if they'd found something obviously bad, something would have been said by now, I would think. Cheri told me there was an episode of The Simpsons where Homer gets his head examined and the scan revealed he had a crayon shoved up into his sinuses, which was the reason he was so stupid.

Scott, I hope they didn't find anything odd like that in your head, like a dime or a BB or any of the other stuff kids will put up their nose. But I do know there is -some- sort of higher brain activity; after all you've been smart enough to keep me as a close friend for fifteen years, right?... :-P ... D'oh!

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I was looking through a fancy catalogue the other evening, and saw they had a 'Solar-Powered Rainbow Maker' for sale for about thirty dollars -- Hello??? Maybe I am misrembering something here, but -- aren't *ALL* rainbows solar-powered -anyway-?...

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