‘Stir Crazy After All These Years’
Yes, that’s a picture of Dude Man and me with underpants on our heads. It was taken during a somewhat-normal-for-Whitmores Christmas celebration way back when. I’m not sure we were even married at that point.
This one was for sure taken before we got married. Bonus points to me for going through with it in spite of that stache
Speaking of “married”, today is our wedding anniversary. Yup, 36 years ago today we said our vows in front of a grand total of four people (five if you count the Unitarian minister). Seems we were way ahead of our time, crowd-size-wise. Though we broke the social-distancing rules, big time.
Me, dewily-newily married, with half our wedding guests. Touching was okay back then — even encouraged
We may have had a teensy wedding (see my story “Winning the Dude-A-Thon” for teensy details about the Big Day), but it seemed to have “taken”, since we’re still together and still (mostly) having a grand old time.
Hanging around Malcolm’s house on our honeymoon
BTW, if you’re left craving more matrimonial material (or just plain corona-bored), check out “The Cave of Our Marriage” or “Malcolm and the Duchess”for (G-rated, I promise) honeymoon stories.
Even-steven and steady going on the Equator
So far, The Dude and I have weathered the rise and fall of careers, the birth and raising up of The Child, trips to exotic lands with even more exotic critters — like leeches. (see any of my recent posts about Borneo). But little has prepared us for Corona Life.
On top of the World — well, at least the Duomo — on the last trip we took not involving chiggers or leeches
We’ve been thrown together more than ever, what with this sheltering-in-place stuff that’s going on now. Luckily, we haven’t gone too stir-crazy. After all, The Dude has his domain (outdoors, where he is now happily cleaning the gutters), and I have mine (pretty much the whole inside of the house, with primary emphasis on the kitchen, where I’ve been Cooking for The Apocalypse for weeks now.)
Another happy Amagansett shot. No underpants this time — at least not on our heads
But things do get a little, well, tense now and then. “Are you going to watch that? Without earphones?” “What do you mean, you want to take a bath? I want to take a shower!” And my favorite: “Are you going to eat that? We just had toasted cheese sandwiches!”
After a nice dinner on the Town. Back when you could still go to a restaurant
Well. We will survive self-isolation. As long as we both continue to practice our in-home social distancing, that is.
In the meantime, I think it’s time to crack open the anniversary champagne. The Dude just sat down at the piano. Again.
Cheers! (Yes, those are champagne flutes — not glasses of Corona)
Amagansett, New York. March 2020
Happy anniversary you lovely people. Wishing you many more happy years together. Stay safe X
Why, thank you oh lovely Denny! You two stay safe too. Loving all your knitting projects and those gorgeous shirts!
Happy Anniversary, Alice! My husband and I celebrated ours at the start of this isolation–whoopee! And I thought we had a small wedding of 11 total people. You beat us there. Hope you’re doing OK through all this–and that soon you’ll be able to feed your crowds with all your End Times cooking!
Ah, the End Times cooking. So (um) delicious! Seriously! Tonight (for our Anniversary Dinner) I cobbled together a sheet-pan bake of acorn squash, turnips, and snow peas. Where there’s an oven, there’s a way! Congrats on your own anniversary. We will prevail (or eat our body weights in root vegetables) xoxo
I may just have toasted cheese this evening … With my wine!
Happy, happy anniversary❣
Sounds delish! Especially the wine! xoxo
Heeeheeee! Love this and love you both. PS – I also say “toasted cheese” sandwich instead of “grilled cheese” and thought I was the only one! Happy Anniversary, my Darlings!
Hey! Thank you to the best Seester on Earth! Come on over when this Nonsense is done and I’ll toast you a sandwich! xoxo