My wife will be 59 tomorrow. She gets to do whatever she wants on her birthday. I have to go along cheerfully with whatever she has in mind, and I do.
One year it was getting up at dawn and playing golf in the fog as the sun arose. To me golf is a "good walk spoiled" as Winston said, but I went anyway.
Tomorrow, we are going to pretend we have to go to work and will commute on the ferry to S.F. with the rest of the normal commute crowd.
We are then going to split from them and do whatever she wants to do. The list is growing and will end only at midnight.
Wild horses couldn't normally direct me to some of her things but I have to admit I always have fun in the end.
May be more to this story.
boont
One year it was getting up at dawn and playing golf in the fog as the sun arose. To me golf is a "good walk spoiled" as Winston said, but I went anyway.
Tomorrow, we are going to pretend we have to go to work and will commute on the ferry to S.F. with the rest of the normal commute crowd.
We are then going to split from them and do whatever she wants to do. The list is growing and will end only at midnight.
Wild horses couldn't normally direct me to some of her things but I have to admit I always have fun in the end.
May be more to this story.
boont