Hi everybody – leaping right in here to admit that today this household received a cutoff notice from the gas company! After 48 years of Henry maintaining a pristine credit line, I blew it in a week.
What happened to the check? all the other checks written that day cleared the bank. Henry is up there just shaking his head, he who handled the bookwork so precisely. We see things are going to be a little loose from now on.
After the Locks of Love episode with Anne and Bailey, we ate at a Chinese restaurant. This caused some reflection:
when Henry and I were courting in Vegas, (he never “dated” me, he always “courted”, and he did mount an intense campaign) - he would always ask, “where would you like to eat?” I would always reply, “at a Chinese place.” He would always say, “excellent”, or something to that effect, and off we would go to eat Chinese food. He seemed to delight in finding new Chinese places to try. Often he would comment that a person is always hungry within an hour after eating Chinese, (which is the case as I write now) but he always agreed that eating Chinese was a nice idea.
Well! A few months into our marriage, and we had not been to a Chinese place to eat – actually the fact that we were living on the Navajo Reservation in Arizona while he was field mapping had something to do with it. However, when we returned to real towns or cities, we still never ate Chinese. He would just smile. The mission had been accomplished. Eating Chinese was what he endured for the sake of the courtship. We did eat Chinese on anniversaries – some of them, a few of them, actually, hardly ever!
When I discovered fondue, rather than miserably cooking his food a bite at a time in a tiny little pot, he would suggest the occasional Chinese dinner, the lesser of two evils. He was happiest at home, eating pinto beans and corn bread with jalapenos – or oatmeal, the ubiquitous favorite of all time.
Bye for now – I wrote this in the night last night – but so those of you who call won’t know what time in the night ( same time ) am posting this today.
It was a week ago we Celebrated and went through the impromptu ceremony at the cemetery. We had planned to be out there today – but it’s raining and cold, can you see those six little kids running out there in the mud? So we are going to the movie instead, one of Henry’s favorite thing to do.
Which brings us to the next subject – our very first trip out of Libya after being there a year, we went to Beirut – did we make a beeline for Balbeck? No! we checked into the hotel and went straight to the movies – you have to remember we were the going-to-the movie- on Saturday night generation. Had no TV then.