Yep, we made it to FIFTY YEARS.
Happy Anniversary, Banjo Man!
Here we are up at the cabin a couple of weeks ago. Banjo Man is explaining something to me. I do not remember a word he said.
That might be classed as a Secret to a Long Marriage: Don’t remember anything he says.
I’ll have to give that some thought.
Other revelations? If you are not prepared for constant compromise and if you and your future spouse don’t have a sense of humor, then get a dog instead of getting married.
Our fancy anniversary celebration today will consist of a late afternoon campfire on the beach (it rained buckets last night) with a bottle of wine, a make-your-own-flatbread-pizza party with Will and then a college football game or two on the tv.
Have I told you about our new internet? No more buffering during football games! It is truly remarkable and makes life worth living on game days.
We have eleven days left here at the lake. Work on the cabin continues furiously, as does my annual cleaning out of freezers, refrigerators, cabinets, closets, food, etc. There are chairs and tables and kayaks to store, along with a myriad of other things to do to close up the house for the winter.
But the rain has stopped and blue sky is peeking through the clouds, making life a bit easier. A campfire will be perfect on this chilly day as we celebrate this particular anniversary.