Yesterday Samantha and I celebrated our third anniversary. We patronized Crabtree's Kittle House for Sunday brunch and, in accordance with the traditional third year gift, bought each other baseball gloves. We had fun tossing around a softball with them and they'll be useful for bringing to any baseball games we attend in the future. I always feel naked going to a game without one, actually, thanks to my dad always having one along when I was a kid.
And, though it doesn't seem this long, it's been three years since I last saw autumn arrive. I mean a real autumn, not that weak sauce that California says is autumn. And I am loving it. They do it right here. Leaves changing, sweatshirt weather, harvest festivals, pumpkins everywhere... it even smells like fall. So great. It definitely makes my lengthy commute more interesting.
Life has handed us our fair share of ups and downs, but today, I'm pretty happy with where I am. This seems to want to lead to a "third time's a charm" joke but it's not working. Better comedy next time!
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Hey Wick, congratulations to you and Samantha on your anniversary! Oddly enough, I had wondered earlier today what the three-year anniversary gift is supposed to be -- I'm not sure why, since our three-year isn't until July -- and now, thanks to your blog, I know.
I'm happy to hear that you're reveling in a real fall. Ours has been disconcertingly warm so far: two weekends ago I went apple-picking in 75-degree weather, and it hasn't cooled since. Today, apparently, genuinely autumnal weather is supposed to roll in. I hope so: I like to wear my sweaters and chamois shirts.
I always enjoy reading your blog entries. Thanks for keeping it up.
Posted by Rob Grace | October 16, 2008 3:57 PM
Posted on October 16, 2008 15:57