This is the kind of day it is today. November 4th forty-four years ago was entirely different. It was overcast and gloomy with the temperature hovering around -3 or so. The wind was cutting and Gary and I were getting married. Why November, never the prettiest month in Alberta? I had been to England with my mother on a trip booked before the wedding could be planned. And that left November- early on there's a brief window between duck hunting and deer hunting season. So November.
What have I learned? How to be a decent cook of ordinary foods. A little gardening. How to deal with the vagarities of the Y chromosome.
"Mmmmmmm, delicious." Gary's pronouncement on the quality of the mashed potatoes for the 355th time each year.
"Now that's music." Anything before 1965 and particularly instrumental groups like the Venture and the Champs.
"This (insert name of game he shot this year) is a bit strong." After we have eaten all 400 pounds of it.
I could go on. In the day, he'd rush home on Friday night, drop his lunch kit in the doorway and say, "Want to rip off a chunk tonight?" Yes, he was always romantic and to prove the point, I'm sharing my anniversary card.
Looks kind of good. In mind I do a lot of things. Keep scrolling for the card's inside.)
He always was a silver-tongued devil.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.