I have observed many weeks that how ever many lame posts I have had all week, I cling to my beloved Lame Post Friday. In fact, I had hoped to make a “real” post today, perhaps a Friday Running Commentary. Well, I didn’t run. We went out and had a few bonafide (for heavens’ sake, that IS the way you spell it; I checked! Yet my computer underlines it) Mohawk Valley adventures. Can I write about them? NO! I want to sit here, watch TV, and knit. I even think my husband has gone off to bed, so what does that tell you? It tells me we’re old and Friday night does not last as long as it used to.
Be all that as it may, I have to make a blog post (NOTE: Steven has come back downstairs, so the evening is not over yet). The lightheadedness I was bitching about yesterday is still with me. Apparently I must learn to live with this problem, because nothing I have tried has done much. These things happen when one is over 50, I suppose.
I will just mention that it is the beginning of Steven’s and my Anniversary Weekend. As of Saturday, Oct. 20, we will be married 28 years. Isn’t that odd? I have now been married longer than I was single. That is especially striking to one who so rarely had a boyfriend when she was single. That’s OK, though. I like my husband. I like being married.
And that is not a bad conclusion to a Friday Lame Post. Happy Friday, all, and hope to see you again on Saturday.