Saturday, October 5, 2013

Underbelly Anniversary

Yesterday late afternoon we were sitting on the veranda reading and chatting and whatnot and Christine said, "You want to go out to eat somewhere?"

I said, "Hmmmmmmm yeah no, not really."

Then I felt bad. We rarely go out to eat. 

"Sorry," I said.

Christine said, "That's alright, maybe tomorrow."

Then she said something else.

"Happy Anniversary." 

And then she bent her head back to her newspaper, nonchalantly.

The thing that happened in my mind at that moment is almost impossible to describe. I could still see, sort of, but none of what I could see meant anything. My mind was a kind of sharp, white blank you imagine one experiences while being attacked by a large shark. My breathing went shallow. Then it stopped altogether. I felt my mind grasping fat-fingered for something, something I knew was dreadfully important, but that I could not put a name or even a meaning on. It has a shape, I thought. It's big, and block-shaped. It''s a MONTH! A MONTH! What is a month? I had no idea. But I knew, deep in my blood, that it was very, very important. 

I was finally able to hold this "month" thing in my mind, and determine that these things have names. "August" floated up from the depths of my horror. That's not it, I thought.

Christine was looking at me - queerly - all this time. Several seconds had passed. 

Then, I rose, as if a diver, perhaps in Antarctic waters - without a suit - and, in slow, slow motion, broke the surface of the water, with a name on the quivering edges of my mind: ""


"Is it," I asked, in a voice like breaking glass, a far, far away voice that didn't really want to be itself, "October...5th?"

I can only describe Christine at this point as something like a child who has just witnessed several elephants suddenly standing on their hindlegs and expertly swiveling hula-hoops around their hips. She clearly found this torture session of mine a very special kind of amusing. 

I of course deserved it.

Thankfully, it was October 4. I had, I must confess, somehow not registered the coming October 5. I kick myself for this. Bad, bad husband.

Christine was of course very forgiving. Did I deserve that, too? Hrrm.

Today we are taking a long city bus ride downtown, to watch one of the largest fireworks shows ever conceived - over the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. 

Just for us.

Happy 11th Anniversary, baby. I love you more than this...


  1. We had several ceremonies over a weeklong period...a camping trip with 2 close friends who couldn't make it to our actual wedding...they re-read their vows and we practiced ours...then we had a legal ceremony with just a few friends at our apartment...then we had a Native American pipe ceremony on the morning of our more public ceremony...then we had a big potluck picnic and volleyball game that we interrupted for a ceremony that we ran ourselves and declared ourselves fully married...So jeez, neither one of us can remember when the hell our anniversary is. Luckily one of my friends knitted us a light switch cover embroidery thing that has the date on it. We check that when we can't quite recall the date. We usually celebrate our first date more than our anniversary. May 1rst, easy to remember! ;~) Happy Anniversary Thom and Christine! GB & SB

    1. Ha - too good. We should all get as many anniversaties asw we desiere.

      Thanks, Gene. Love to Sammy...

  2. Don't feel bad, Thom. Dave only remembers the anniversary of our first date, and that's probably because it's July 4th. Happy Anniversary!!!!

    1. Thank you, Darling! Sorry I took so long to respond!