The plan for today was to paint our dresser.
The saying goes, "the best laid plans of mice and men often go astray".
I woke this morning in such pain that a trip to the doctor became the order of the day.
A cortisone shop and instructions to curtail my walking and take it easy for the next few days definitely did not allow for moving a dresser and painting it.
So, I took time to smell the flowers.
One dozen long stemmed red roses.
I sat at the table plotting my day now that painting was out and
I noticed my favorite candlesticks- the only wedding present we still have - and thought about April 3, 1971.
We were kids - Steve was still in college -
who had no idea where we were going or what we would do to get there.
We thought we would live in San Diego forever and dreamed of buying a house in Mission Beach.
My aunt told me many years later that when she met Steve at the wedding her first thought was, "he's cute, but what will he amount to?"
All she saw was a "surfer dude" with a part-time job whose only possessions were a couple of surfboards and an old VW.
We "grew up" together and had great adventures along the way.
After three years of marriage, we picked up and moved to Jamaica as Peace Corps volunteers.
And, surprised everyone by giving birth to JP while living in Jamaica.
We settled back in San Diego still unsure of our course.
Two weeks after our sixth anniversary, Steve came home to tell me we were being transferred.
Our Ventura adventure-
Steve started a branch of the company from scratch and we knew no one.
four different homes,
the birth of KC,
a return to college for a teaching credential and masters degree for me,
Steve changing jobs 3 times so our children would graduate from high school with their pre-school friends,
Steve returning to college for art courses when his company dissolved and outsourced everything to China,
the fulfillment of our dream to own a beach house,
a totally new career as an artist for Steve,
our bodies falling apart from too much play and too many adventures,
People are warning us that when I retire in June we will drive one another crazy.
No problem - I already drive Steve crazy!
Maybe our long marriage comes from not having the best laid plans - they would have just gone astray.
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