It was an anniversary present for which he must atone unless he wants to spend next anniversary alone. When she opened up her gift, the lone words she could muster were a string of sputterings, followed up by, “Buster! is this the best that you could do—a sander, saw and drill? Shopping at a hardware store’s not anyway to thrill a wife lusting for jewelry or even an appliance more within the likelihood of strengthening our alliance!” He said, “I thought a contrast might bring a little zing to our romance much more unique than a diamond ring. Then he led her to the closet and opened up the door to see her brand new shoe rack built from ceiling to the floor. New shelves and custom cabinet with jewelry racks and chest, and then he opened up a drawer to reveal the best surprise of all the others—left there for her to see— a note that said, “Another gift. The tools were for me to build this brand new closet that you’ve hinted at for years. Here it is, with all my love, admittedly in arrears! Look in the bottom jewelry drawer if this is not enough. You’ll find a box there nestled next to your other stuff.” And there she found the ring she’d wanted, nestled in among all the gifts he’d bought her since the years when they were young. Then she had a revelation, embarrassed for her huff, and said, “Oh dear, you shouldn’t have. The tools were enough!”
WordPress has informed me it is our anniversary. Strange, because I posted my first post in March of 2013. What else could it be an anniversary of??? I have a feeling I’ll never know.
Post script: By an odd turn of events, forgottenman just reminded me that this is the anniversary of my husband’s death! And, I then realized that three times in the past week, I have thought I saw him out of the corner of my eye. . . .just fleeting. . . .One way or another, it has been brought to my attention that 17 years ago, one week after the Twin Towers bombing, my husband passed away and a bit over a month later I set off for Mexico alone. How things can change in 17 years. Happy Anniversary, Bob. In 14 years of marriage, we only remembered to celebrate our wedding anniversary once, and years later we discovered we’d celebrated it on the wrong day! I guess we established a theme for ourselves, and for me ever after.
I just received notification from Word Press that I registered my blog five years ago today. It’s very strange, because although I set it up on September 18, I didn’t post a blog until March 27. Either I was trying to figure out how to do so or I was waiting for our book to come out, as I thought I was setting it up to promote the book. Little did I know!
I posted daily throughout April, when I joined NaPoWriMo and wrote a poem a day. I backslid after that and only started posting daily again the next April. I’ve posted every day since then. This is my 3,455th blog. Yes, if you are thinking it is an addiction, you are probably right, but a quite benign one. If you are curious, HERE is the first blog I ever wrote. What I’ve been doing since then is quite a departure from what I thought I’d be doing. Thanks to all of you who have kept me here, reading your blogs and reciprocating with mine.
My readership has increased by leaps and bounds (literally) since someone “gifted” me with four kittens. They take a very active part in my blogging life.
Including a bit of blind unauthorized editing.
OKCforgottenman even sent me a celebratory cake!!!