Saturday - February 18, 2025

Saturday was our wedding anniversary.   

Forty-five years. Hard to believe.

My anniversary gift to The Husband was concert tickets.  His gift to me was a - I guess you'd call it a "sun catcher" - a heart-shaped plaque featuring a gray-haired couple and our names and wedding date.  It came with a suction cup hanger.  I was standing by the kitchen stove, about to start breakfast, when The Husband presented it to me, along with a card.  Since the stove was not on, I read the card and opened the gift right there on the stove top.  Cute!  After examining everything, I put the sun catcher back in the box and moved it away from the stove so that I could cook.  Later that morning, The Husband decided to hang it up, but could not find the hanger.  

I looked everywhere for the hanger.  Re-traced my steps all over the house.  Meanwhile, The Husband dug around in the junk drawer, found an old suction cup hanger, and stuck the sun catcher to the inside of the storm door.  

All day, I remained vexed by the disappearance of the suction cup.  I HAD NOT MOVED FROM THE STOVE before putting the stuff back in the box.  Where could the suction cup be?  Eventually, I gave up looking for it.  Maybe there hadn't even been a suction cup in the box. Maybe I'd imagined it.

We went out to dinner that night.  Just as we got out of the car to go into the restaurant, the weather app on my phone started screaming a tornado WARNING.  Black clouds swarmed overhead.  We figured we were about as safe in the restaurant as anywhere, short of a storm shelter, so we went inside and had dinner.

The next morning, when I was putting biscuits in the oven . . . . 

See it?  I slid the towel aside to take the picture.

According to the weather report, it's supposed to start snowing this afternoon.  

I have had enough of winter.