Friday Wrap Up

Life in our house this past week:

Dearest one and I celebrated nearly 3 decades of married life last weekend. We were married on a Friday by a JP and dearest one went back to work on Monday. Then we renewed our vows (mistyped that as 'cows') eight years and a lot of story later in a church, a week after both of us were baptized. Six years ago we had our marriage blessed when I became Catholic (and he became Catholic a year and a bit later). So that's 3 marriage ceremonies to one man. Enough, I'd say. I am loving this stage of our marriage.

We weathered the weather this week. It was -38C here before windchill this morning. No wonder I have layers of clothes on in our two by four house. Well, the house is bigger than two by four but the walls are only that thick. Not thick enough. I've spent the morning looking at replacements online. One day we will replace this one.

Dearest one and I had a long chat on our anniversary about our plans surrounding that. Neither of us are willing to part with hundreds of thousands of dollars to get a house built. Neither of us really like living in a trailer mobile home. Not sure we are willing to risk trying to build our own house even though we work really well together. We found that out last year when we renovated our bathroom. We managed to laugh our way through our differences and no one got hurt.

When we were talking about our housing options I had one of those moments when tears just welled up out of nowhere and I could hardly talk. Why? Because I am grateful that he and I share the same values when it could be so different. The short version: when you die, who cares what you lived in.

Which was a good conversation to have considering that a few days later dearest one left for work in a blizzard and came shakily home 45 minutes later after nearly being in a head on collision with a Semi. His first words to me were, "You were almost a widow today." He was still shaking hours later, that's how close it was. He ended up part way in the ditch with zero visibility just over a mile from home. He doubts the big truck even saw him.

I immediately thought of the boxes of Christmas decorations sitting on the back seat of my car. When I carted them out of work and put them there the day before I thought to myself, "There's a mighty big rock in there that could do some damage if we were in an accident." Which is a perpetual story line of mine. Youngest son likes to pick up random objects from my car and wave them in my face, teasing me that it might hurt someone if we were in an accident. Usually he's waving the box of Kleenex.


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