‘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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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!”
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.
Amagansett, New York. March 2020