Life of Wry

Today was Jim’s and my 27th year wedding anniversary. Yay us!

One of us remembered (bummer, it wasn’t me). I am truly wondering what is wrong with me that I forgot the day .. I *think* for the second year in a row. It WILL be the last time that happens. It’s more embarrassing than concerning. I mean, obvs! I love Jim dearly, value deeply the life we’ve built together and acknowledge that regularly. No hidden issues there. But damn! I gotta stop forgetting our anniversary.

Jim made a thing… a memento honoring the year… as is his tradition. I love these things so much. This one is made from the buttons salvaged from a falling-apart and holey shirt (the first clothing item Jim gave me decades ago). Jim dug it out of the trash (I’m in purge mode these days). I wore that shirt so much it literally wore out.

He’s a clever (and sentimental) one. Add that to the long list of why I love him. Note the Neccos — part of each and every one of Jim’s gift giving to me (except when they went out of production for a few years.. but they are back! I mean, who discontinues a candy that’s been around since 1847!).

We ate dinner tonight at Preserve (that’s become a bit of a tradition, too).

The drive to Winters…

This was the appetizer… elote — street corn with feta, jalepenos and cilantro. Very messy, hard to eat, a bit pricey for how much there is to eat.. but good. Jim had the sole, I had risotto w/ scallops.

We came home for dessert. I made a pecan pie this morning.. sort of a way to make up for my forgetting… it was made with love, for sure.