That used to be in the wedding vows. Let me see if I can actually remember those vows. "I, Louella Beth (insert last name here) do take thee, so and so, to be my wedded husband, to love, honor, cherish and OBEY, in sickness and in health , forsaking all others and cleaving only unto thee till death us do part." Or something like that. Now you should know that every time I took those vows, I really meant them. At least at the time. As I recall, the vows kind of changed over the years and when I married Kenny, the ceremony consisted of a retired minister in an assisted living, his wife in the next room asleep and Kenny and myself. Oh, yeah and the handing of a $20 bill which he quickly pocketed.
He signed the license and said, "Well, for all intents and purposes you are married unless you want me to say something more?"
"Well, yeah. but leave out that obey part and just say about him loving and cherishing me. Oh, and bringing home the paycheck. Leave out the part about me having to clean house and all that, I'll cook but that is about it." So he laughed and said that and then had us sign .
The whole time spent with him was about six minutes, after which we stopped at the donut shop and had a donut for our wedding supper. It was 15 degrees below zero when we passed the bank in Canon City that day. But you know what? That marriage worked!
It is now 35 years later and here I set. Kenny has been gone 17 years. and it is like he is still here. To put this in perspective, he occupied almost half of my life. No other man can make that claim. We thought alike. We liked the same foods. We both liked the same music. We went fishing and I baited my own hook. We had one serious disagreement (which was of course his fault.). I did not have to wear makeup and whatever I made for supper was fine and if not, we went out to eat. Time flies!
So anyway, I woke up this morning thinking on my life. I think I am turning into a hermit. I get up and kill time until bedtime. Then I sleep until it is time to get up and do the whole thing again. Ever once in a while I think I should start dating, but then I have a second thought that beats hell out of that first thought. I dated one guy for a while, but sadly he succumbed to cancer. Then there was a guy that was way younger than me, but he loved himself enough for both of us, so that one fizzled out.
Well, to get to the point of this missive, there is no point. I am just kind of putting things in perspective in my life and I do that by poking the keys and reading what I wrote. Life is good, and most importantly, the world is still turning. I should, no doubt, go on a cruise or something, but I do not want to leave home. I am going to crawl on an airplane on April 28th and fly to Dallas. Getting on an airplane is something I swore I would never do, but here I am with my ticket in hand and the day approaching. Sometimes we just have to do stuff because. I guess that is what is known as making a bucket list. So far, it is the only thing on my bucket list. Perhaps if I make it to Dallas and back, I shall make a bucket list. We will see.
He signed the license and said, "Well, for all intents and purposes you are married unless you want me to say something more?"
"Well, yeah. but leave out that obey part and just say about him loving and cherishing me. Oh, and bringing home the paycheck. Leave out the part about me having to clean house and all that, I'll cook but that is about it." So he laughed and said that and then had us sign .
The whole time spent with him was about six minutes, after which we stopped at the donut shop and had a donut for our wedding supper. It was 15 degrees below zero when we passed the bank in Canon City that day. But you know what? That marriage worked!
It is now 35 years later and here I set. Kenny has been gone 17 years. and it is like he is still here. To put this in perspective, he occupied almost half of my life. No other man can make that claim. We thought alike. We liked the same foods. We both liked the same music. We went fishing and I baited my own hook. We had one serious disagreement (which was of course his fault.). I did not have to wear makeup and whatever I made for supper was fine and if not, we went out to eat. Time flies!
So anyway, I woke up this morning thinking on my life. I think I am turning into a hermit. I get up and kill time until bedtime. Then I sleep until it is time to get up and do the whole thing again. Ever once in a while I think I should start dating, but then I have a second thought that beats hell out of that first thought. I dated one guy for a while, but sadly he succumbed to cancer. Then there was a guy that was way younger than me, but he loved himself enough for both of us, so that one fizzled out.
Well, to get to the point of this missive, there is no point. I am just kind of putting things in perspective in my life and I do that by poking the keys and reading what I wrote. Life is good, and most importantly, the world is still turning. I should, no doubt, go on a cruise or something, but I do not want to leave home. I am going to crawl on an airplane on April 28th and fly to Dallas. Getting on an airplane is something I swore I would never do, but here I am with my ticket in hand and the day approaching. Sometimes we just have to do stuff because. I guess that is what is known as making a bucket list. So far, it is the only thing on my bucket list. Perhaps if I make it to Dallas and back, I shall make a bucket list. We will see.
