Where in the world is Ilse Sandiego?
Well, there was December, which is always insane. Family, shopping, travelling, conspicuous consumerism...but this one was even more insane because a few days after Christmas, Zander had another heart cath done, and one of his stents replaced. I learned three different ways to get to Washington Hospital Center, and learned that I don't want to be a white girl driving there at night.
He came out of it okay, although he was crankier than usual because he had to stay overnight. Walking through the parking garage of the hospital, he lights a cigarette -- his first in 36 hours -- and takes a deep, satisfied drag. "There's a special kind of rush in lighting a cigarette after spending the night in the cardiac care unit."
New Year's came and went. He wasn't much in the mood to do anything, still tired from the procedure. Neither of us felt much like it was New Year's. One of the disadvantages of working in accounting is a skewed idea of what consists of "year-end". The year 2005 isn't over until about halfway through January. We ate at Fuddruckers, then went home and watched movies.
Two weeks later, we got married.
As you may remember, we got engaged in London in June of last year, and had planned on tying the knot at some point this summer, when we'd finally combine households. It came to our attention after some math that it made sense for us to be married sooner; he was paying through the nose for health insurance, and adding him to mine wouldn't cost me a penny. Getting married 7 months sooner would save us over $10,000. That's not just a little bit of cash. And then Wheezy mentioned she'd be here that weekend in January, and the rest is history.
Friday the 13th. The anniversary of the plane crash on the Potomac. Lee-Jackson Day, for history buffs. We went very simple: two witnesses, two rings, some flowers. The wedding party wore jeans, and celebrated the occasion by going out to breakfast afterwards at the Pancake House.
We still have not combined households. My apartment is too small for us all, and we don't want to move the kids in the middle of the school year, so we're not moving until the summer. But if someone handed YOU a check for $10,000, and said the only catch was you had to live apart from your husband for 6 or 7 months, wouldn't you do it?
We're happy about the whole thing. As happy as two curmudgeons can be, anyway.
And for our honeymoon? We're going here over Thanksgiving week.
He came out of it okay, although he was crankier than usual because he had to stay overnight. Walking through the parking garage of the hospital, he lights a cigarette -- his first in 36 hours -- and takes a deep, satisfied drag. "There's a special kind of rush in lighting a cigarette after spending the night in the cardiac care unit."
New Year's came and went. He wasn't much in the mood to do anything, still tired from the procedure. Neither of us felt much like it was New Year's. One of the disadvantages of working in accounting is a skewed idea of what consists of "year-end". The year 2005 isn't over until about halfway through January. We ate at Fuddruckers, then went home and watched movies.
Two weeks later, we got married.
As you may remember, we got engaged in London in June of last year, and had planned on tying the knot at some point this summer, when we'd finally combine households. It came to our attention after some math that it made sense for us to be married sooner; he was paying through the nose for health insurance, and adding him to mine wouldn't cost me a penny. Getting married 7 months sooner would save us over $10,000. That's not just a little bit of cash. And then Wheezy mentioned she'd be here that weekend in January, and the rest is history.
Friday the 13th. The anniversary of the plane crash on the Potomac. Lee-Jackson Day, for history buffs. We went very simple: two witnesses, two rings, some flowers. The wedding party wore jeans, and celebrated the occasion by going out to breakfast afterwards at the Pancake House.
We still have not combined households. My apartment is too small for us all, and we don't want to move the kids in the middle of the school year, so we're not moving until the summer. But if someone handed YOU a check for $10,000, and said the only catch was you had to live apart from your husband for 6 or 7 months, wouldn't you do it?
We're happy about the whole thing. As happy as two curmudgeons can be, anyway.
And for our honeymoon? We're going here over Thanksgiving week.
posted by ilse at 10:02 PM
4 Comments:
That place looks just like my place. Well, except for the beach. And the palm trees. And the manicured lawn. And the spacious digs. If you wanted to come visit for Thanksgiving, all you had to do was ask, you know.
The weather at your house will be very similar to the weather at this place, right?
And I mean "weather" in terms of average temperature and precipitation levels, not "yes, we will have weather."
Hey, I'm going to have palm trees at my house soon! But I suspect that's not where you will be going. (You're not, right? Because if you are I just need to know so I can clean the place up first.)
About that white girl driving there at night thing, my car once broke down at about 10 PM about 1/2 mile from there. I shared your view but found lovely folk who helped me. Just for the record.
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