A Beach Moment

It’s a cold freezing rain kind of November day,  reminiscent of our wedding day way back in the dark ages.  November is such a stupid month.  It should be stricken from the calendar.  Just double the size of December.  At least when it’s December there’s a reason for all this cold and snow.  I’m not a big fan of January either.  Maybe someday I’ll live in a country where it never gets cold.  Those kinds of places tend to have a lot of bugs though.  What a dilemna. 

W. has recently reconnected with some of his university friends and he had me scan some pictures from his early days at Brock U.  so that he could share them and they all could have a good laugh at how young and carefree they all once were. 

Before they met their current spouses and life as they knew it ceased to exist.  hahahahaha.   He didn’t ask for this one, but I did it anyway.  It’s one of my favourites, taken shortly after we met.  When we were totally bowled over by eachother.  Staring at a beach picture helps to take your mind off winter.  Sort of.

I look stoned.  How strange is that.  Because I wasn’t.  We were in our ‘let’s look like hippies’ stage of development, where we made an effort at some subconcious level to look like something we clearly were not.  Besides, the sixties were over.  This is circa 1970 or 71.  We are going to be celebrating our 35th wedding anniversary this month.  This freezing, frosty, wintry, cheek numbing month of NOVEMBER.    And moments like this one are what I want to remember – the reasons why we started this whole life together thing in the first place.   We’ve faced a lot of stuff together.  We’ve shared a LOT of moments.  This was a good one.