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Yesterday on Valentine’s Day, we celebrated the 48th anniversary of our wedding day. We met through a mutual friend 49 years ago and after a post Christmas ski trip together, he proposed on New Year’s Eve at midnight. I had my left arm in a sling from having seperated my shoulder on the first day of that trip, my first real ski trip, continued to learn to ski that week and didn’t get it Xrayed and treated until we were back home. In discussing when and where to marry, he suggested Valentine’s Day, laughingly stating that if he ever forgot, he would be in double trouble. He has never forgotten, no, he treats me like a Queen, always, and makes that day extra special.
Flowers have been brought to my office, meals out at fine restaurants, three times contacting spindle makers I like to purchase me a new spindle, jewelry he picked with daughter’s help. One piece, a heart shaped necklace that I have worn daily for more than 20 years, having had the chain replaced or repaired a few times.
Yesterday, a group message initiated by eldest son wishing us a wonderful day, elicited many family greetings wishing us a Happy Anniversary.
There are a few nice restaurants here in rural Virginia, there were many more when we lived near the coast. And they book very early for Valentine’s Day. We started looking more than a month prior. A couple we like were fully booked, one is temporarily closed, one is up the mountain at the resort. We were successful booking our dinner there only to receive an email later that they regretted they were accepting no outside reservations that night because of a weekend event and open only to people staying at the resort. Needless to say, we were upset and disappointed.
We live near a University town, a wonderful location with many local restaurants. Many calls and online searches later, we managed to book a table at a new Nepalese place in town. Upon arriving, there was a line down Main street and around the corner and every table in the place was seated. As we had a reservation, we bypassed the line and approached the owner. He looked around, didn’t ask our name or check a list and finally seated us at the only table not seated, a rectangular 6 top. Seeing all of the mostly college aged couples and groups still waiting, we offered the other end of our table to share. They seated two delightful young women, one from Baltimore, one from Williamsburg who chatted with us briefly about their majors, thanked us for sharing the table, and left us to our meal. Town was buzzing with activity. It was certainly a different experience, but very pleasant. And a new spindle joined by fiber tools.
















