It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring...
Pouring it is!! The heavens have opened to weep copiously over our little city and the gutters are running like an inflamed nose in winter.
It’s dear husband’s and my 22nd wedding anniversary today. Twenty-two wonderful years with my best friend, lover and cohort in laughter. They said it wouldn’t last. They said it wouldn’t come about to begin with… THEY are nuts! I promised him he’d never be bored. He says he has never been bored. I sure haven’t been bored. It’s good. It’s right. We’re looking forward to the next twenty-two years.
But I sure hope it stops damn raining… Dear husband is in the attic right now, checking for leaks. None! That’s good…this time last year we were under siege of a mega-spensive roofing job, with a re-pointing of the chimney, and painting under the peeling eaves. It all looks beautiful now. It ought to!! We probably set ourselves back financially for the rest of our earthly days.
But I still wish it would stop raining on our anniversary parade…
I’ll keep him…this dear husband…but I wish he’d stop snoring. It’s like sleeping with a foghorn! He looks so cherubic lying there sound asleep…but he sounds like a tornado roaring his way through the bedroom and beyond. And he falls asleep almost immediately… He says that “the pure of heart rest easy.” His dad told him that. His dad was even louder. His dad was the stuff of legends...
I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. I suppose it’s not the worst thing that could happen. After all, I’m getting older and time is at a premium now. I’ll catch up when I succumb to “the big sleep.” But I’m still quite a ways from the big sleep. I did have some scary nasty chest pains last night…but I’m not ready for that stuff so I said “be gone” and it did finally. Might have been that pizza…
I figure it’s a test of my love to brave the storm in my bed nightly. I figure it proves that I’m not deaf yet. I figure it proves my fortitude… Maybe it’ll win me some karma points… Okay, I admit it… I have no choice. I’m currently in the process of trying to convince myself that it’s some primitive means of love talk. I’m failing this exercise miserably and the bags under my eyes have been packed and ready to go for a long time. But the rest of me is not budging, no sirree… I do love this guy (and besides he tells me that I can saw some pretty good wood too)! Who? Me? Noooooo….
The dog snores too. He sleeps on the floor beside my side of the bed. He may be deaf but he is not mute. Sometimes we get a stereo thing going on at night. Sigh… And anyway, snoring is not as bad as the other thing. You know, the olfactory attack thing. And I, sweetness and innocence that I am, am trapped between these two beasts.
It’s still raining outside. It’s still our 22nd going ‘til forever, anniversary. There’s sunshine in this house…
It’s dear husband’s and my 22nd wedding anniversary today. Twenty-two wonderful years with my best friend, lover and cohort in laughter. They said it wouldn’t last. They said it wouldn’t come about to begin with… THEY are nuts! I promised him he’d never be bored. He says he has never been bored. I sure haven’t been bored. It’s good. It’s right. We’re looking forward to the next twenty-two years.
But I sure hope it stops damn raining… Dear husband is in the attic right now, checking for leaks. None! That’s good…this time last year we were under siege of a mega-spensive roofing job, with a re-pointing of the chimney, and painting under the peeling eaves. It all looks beautiful now. It ought to!! We probably set ourselves back financially for the rest of our earthly days.
But I still wish it would stop raining on our anniversary parade…
I’ll keep him…this dear husband…but I wish he’d stop snoring. It’s like sleeping with a foghorn! He looks so cherubic lying there sound asleep…but he sounds like a tornado roaring his way through the bedroom and beyond. And he falls asleep almost immediately… He says that “the pure of heart rest easy.” His dad told him that. His dad was even louder. His dad was the stuff of legends...
I haven’t been getting much sleep lately. I suppose it’s not the worst thing that could happen. After all, I’m getting older and time is at a premium now. I’ll catch up when I succumb to “the big sleep.” But I’m still quite a ways from the big sleep. I did have some scary nasty chest pains last night…but I’m not ready for that stuff so I said “be gone” and it did finally. Might have been that pizza…
I figure it’s a test of my love to brave the storm in my bed nightly. I figure it proves that I’m not deaf yet. I figure it proves my fortitude… Maybe it’ll win me some karma points… Okay, I admit it… I have no choice. I’m currently in the process of trying to convince myself that it’s some primitive means of love talk. I’m failing this exercise miserably and the bags under my eyes have been packed and ready to go for a long time. But the rest of me is not budging, no sirree… I do love this guy (and besides he tells me that I can saw some pretty good wood too)! Who? Me? Noooooo….
The dog snores too. He sleeps on the floor beside my side of the bed. He may be deaf but he is not mute. Sometimes we get a stereo thing going on at night. Sigh… And anyway, snoring is not as bad as the other thing. You know, the olfactory attack thing. And I, sweetness and innocence that I am, am trapped between these two beasts.
It’s still raining outside. It’s still our 22nd going ‘til forever, anniversary. There’s sunshine in this house…
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