SHARING SPECIAL DAYS, EVERY LAST ONE

Special days have special meaning which don’t hit the same for everyone.

For some it’s repeating, “Why bother,” for the fortieth time.

Others like to say, “I thought we’ve moved past all that.”

But you still find those looking for something special in every day, and keep looking until they find it. Hell or high water.

The last line is the bell ringer.

Call it searching for value, or meaning, or something, but what’s more exciting than a search that always turns something up.

Even better if what you find starts a new search.

If you are on a continuous search and never find what you’re looking for, don’t stop now.

On the other hand, if you do find it, but it’s not what you hoped for? You’re not finished.

Does that sound right, or like more baby boomer bullshit?

 

Young People 

When I was young I remember hearing about ‘youth culture’ where everyone was either young or doing everything they could to be younger than they were.

As a grade school kid in the stylish sixties my style whatever my parents put in my dresser drawer.

My older brother’s drawer carried a lot of hints on what to expect.

By 1970 I was fifteen, and the youth culture made even less sense to me.

I was young, everyone I knew was young. What was the big deal?

Eventually everyone got old, then even older.

Forty-five year old hippies?

Sixty year olds in hep leisure suits?

From seventy on it’s all about pajamas and bathrobes?

I’m seventy-one. Tomorrow is my fortieth wedding anniversary.

Read davidpdx like a dresser drawer for hints on what to do.

 

Bring The Blissful Romance

Bliss:

complete happiness

Did I add the part about ‘marital bliss?’ Nooooo

Still, it seems a little weird seeing it listed under bliss in the dictionary?

Noooooo

That picture of the Eiffel Tower and me? My wife took it during a break in the Tour de France, davidpdx version, where we landed in Paris one day so gassed by jet lag I wanted to pass out on the hotel lobby couch until the room was ready, which got finished just as I was nearly asleep.

The next day we followed a map around the neighborhood and found the bike tour meeting place we’d reserved, and saddled up.

Our guide commanded us to ‘TAKE COMMAND OF THE INTERSECTIONS.”

We were in a peleton of Japanese school girls all racing each other, cutting each other off, and my wife joined in.

It was funny at first, then hilarious, watching her jockey for position, commanding the intersections.

Even now it’s borderline bliss thinking about it.

Over time it’s moment like those that show who you married. Apparently I married a racer.

 

Gas, Weed, Or Spouse?

My girl learned how to drive in LA.

Not near LA, but in LA, on an LA freeway, as she likes to say.

So she drives different now?

Her main super power is adapting. She not only drives different up here in rural Oregon, but she helps me drive different, too.

All about adapting to circumstances.

She’s a gentle soul who turned into a rabid wrestling mom, a health provider who turned into a specialist, and most important, a girlfriend who turned into a wife.

Take my wife. Please? Naw.

Once two people decide to get married, actually do get married, then it’s all settled?

Noooooo

It’s just the beginning, the beginning of building something together you both know nothing about. Building a family, building a future, and using the right nails, screws, glue, and welding to keep it all together.

If this is the expression of someone trying their hardest to be the sort of man they think you need,

 

 

And this is the face of a man who knows exactly what you need,

 

This? What’s this?

 

 

PS:

There’s a universe between all three.

PSS:

I went out yesterday and scoured the countryside for the most meaningful 40th Anniversary gift I could find.

Garden stores, jewelry stores, malls, beer joints, pool halls.

I searched high, I searched low, I searched in and out, and eventually came home with a beauty, a combination of linked love notes done in glass, metal, light, and stone.

Ask me for more gift ideas if tomorrow goes like I hope it goes.

Fingers crossed, dear readers.