48 Years And Counting

Forty-eight years ago this evening we got married. March 3, 1975. We are living on the same piece of property, in a larger house now. A lot has changed. Our daughter left for the Navy and began a family of her own before returning to Texas. Brad is retired from law enforcement and teaching. Our time is our own to do with as we choose.

Today we drove to Walmart to pick up a grocery order and then came home. We spent the better part of the afternoon working in the garage and are at a stopping point now. Since it’s Friday in Lent I have a Tuna Casserole in the oven for our evening meal. Brad just got out of the shower after an afternoon working outdoors.

We didn’t want to go out to eat or drive anywhere. We didn’t give one another cards or gifts. We just spent the day together doing what makes us happy. We’ve actually ‘been together’ for fifty-two years. We began dating when I was sixteen and he was eighteen. Four years later we got married and moved out here to our little rural corner of Texas. Life is good.

We’ve survived a LOT of crap over the years, leaning on one another and propping each other up when necessary. We don’t give up, we solve problems. Too many people mess up their marriages by looking for problems and being selfish and greedy. That’s just not us. That’s not the way we were raised.

The storms that went through our area last night left us with a lot of water standing in the low spots and overnight we have green grass sprouting everywhere except where the ground was cleared. That will come later. The rain beat my daffodils into the ground, should have cut them and brought them in but didn’t think of it in time. We had no damage to the roof of the house. No trees down anywhere that we can see. There may be some damage on the back side of the property but it’s not important if it is.

It’s still, cool and quiet this evening. The house smells like tuna casserole and my tummy is rumbling! The oven timer will go off in about five minutes so I’ll finish this post and get ready to take it out of the oven. I need to put the French’s onion rings on top and put it back in for a few minutes and then we’ll eat.

Hope your Friday has been as blessed as ours.

Published by thenerdyyarnlady

I am a Native Texan, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Catholic Convert residing in rural North East Texas since 1975 when I married my husband and this small town girl became a country girl. I was taught to knit at the age of ten and discovered the writings of Elizabeth Zimmerman shortly after I married. I learned to ‘unvent’ things as I went along, to create my own patterns and generally have a blast with yarn and needles. In the mid 1980’s I explored the idea of spinning my own yarn and eventually got interested in weaving on a floor loom. I have three spinning wheels and a 24″ four-shaft Herald floor loom that I purchased from a friend in the 1990’s. I also enjoy sewing, tatting and making rosaries. I have a work room that contains my fiber, yarn, floor loom, sewing machines, serger and rosary making supplies. I have a spinning corner in a bedroom next to my work room, both with north windows looking toward the creek.

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