Well, two anniversaries actually. Way back on the 15th of August, the spousal unit & I marked 37 years of wedded bliss. Or at least hard work towards that end. No point in breaking it down into discrete levels of satisfaction, right?
The other anniversary was on the 22nd – my 14th consecutive year (now 5123 days!!) of being free of the evil weed (tobacco that is). Now if I could just get my weight back to behaving again. Thing is, I am not working out anywhere near as much as I used to. This getting old nonsense is rough! Ruptured tendons, arthritis, there’s a Morton’s Neuroma in there someplace, still.
Maybe I’ll break down and get the neuroma fixed, then I can at least get back to biking. Right now it just feels like a giant dead spot on the ball of my foot and it isn’t comfortable at all. Did find some treatment options other than cortisone shots that had a 2 day recovery period. Now to find out if my foot guy can hook me up.
I keep promising pics of the grand kids. Welp – here we go. First, we have the oldest two, and their parents. That bearded guy is our eldest.
This was from a hot air balloon festival in Letchworth State Park here in upstate NY. Behind and below (400 feet below!) them is the Genesee River, cruising through the gorge it’s cut out of the bedrock over the last who knows how many years. This is downstream from 3 sets of waterfalls that drop the river to the level you see here.
Logan up there is 3 (he’ll be 4 next week) and Avery is 6 going on 16 already. She hits 1st grade next week.
This is the other two –
My two favorite red heads. Cecily is also 3, a whopping 4 days younger than Logan and little miss Corinne joined us March 1st. No doubt she’ll also have red hair just like her mom. Good thing we have some red heads in the family so our son could contribute too!
Anyhow, there’s the wee ones and a couple of the not so wee ones. We’ve got us back to back birthday party weekends coming up, so there’ll be plenty of quality time spent with aaallll the kids. Ought to be a blast.
Also getting closer and closer to the tipping point regarding getting back to Al Anon. I know it’ll be a good thing. I just have to suck it up, be a little selfish and not worry about the ripple effects of me admitting I need to go there again. It’s kind of hard to hide the fact that one is headed out at 7:30 on a Tuesday evening. Answering the question “where are you going?” is the pebble that starts the ripples. To finish that metaphor, it’s time to decide when to toss the pebble.