This morning I put on Nick's jacket when I took Buddy out. Unless it is raining or snowing or all together too miserable, I feed Buddy outdoors- on the deck while I sit and listen to the birds.
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As I was saying, I had Nick's jacket on and I put my hands in the pockets- as I usually do. And I found a couple of slips of paper ( as I usually do). I took the paper out of the pocket and of course, it was just what I thought it would be. A couple of grocery lists- in my handwriting. No surprise to me, there were notes in Nick's handwriting listing ideas of what to have for dinner and when needs to be bought to make that dinner "tacos", "Mac & Cheese". etc.
I guess we are becoming- or have become- an old stereotyped couple. Sleeping in the same bed every night. Reaching out in the night to feel the other just as a comfort to see that we are each still there.
Most days I watch TV while I knit or fold laundry. Nick sits in his study and plays "Civ" (I think that's what it is) on his computer. Or reads and researches whatever has his interest that day.
In the evening we watch the evening news and Jeopardy. Then we decide what we will watch that evening. Often what Nick refers to as "police procedurals" Mainly British or something foreign. We do have a few American shows that we like as well.
We go to our various appointments. As we have grown older we have taken on more specialists. Orthopedist (me), cardiologist (both of us). Depending on what sort of appointment it is we might go alone or together. It's all good!
We don't like leaving Buddy home alone if we can help it. He is like our baby now. He has accidents on the floor if nobody is here . He doesn't get in trouble- he cannot help it.
And so goes what must look like an extremely boring life. But I am not bored. At least not very often. We have done So so so much in our lives together. Raised a bunch of kids. Buried out parents and friends and my brother.
We share stories. Lots of stories. We laugh. We grieve . We remember and we plan too.
Now for the "vintage" part of this blog entry. I was reading on Facebook where someone said that she made a great find of vintage clothes. From 1975!!! That made me laugh. Vintage? VINTAGE??? Wow. Make a girl feel old. I guess. I don't know that it really made me feel old. It just made me think of how silly we all are in our thoughts and ideas of what's old and what's not old. What's valuable because it's old and what's not.
Having gotten married in 1972 must make us really vintage. or are we just old? Or what? Crazy!
We remember the chaos of having a house full of kids. The energy. The noise. The mess. The joys and frustrations and worries. All of it. It is impossible to think of our kids and not remember cuddling up to nurse, or read a bedtime story. Of comfort a crying child. At any age.
