As of yesterday, Amy and I have been married for six years, and I somehow never got around to actually saying the words, “happy anniversary.”
Her name is Duffie Miller. I knew her first as Duffie Downing. She was named for her grandmother, who was an elementary teacher at our school. Amy, in her post termed Duffie’s siblings as “ragtag.” Duffie would probably smile at that description. She was the older of two biological children born to a couple that adopted (I think) 10 more children, spread in age from several years older to several years younger than Duffie and me. I don’t remember when I first met her. It was certainly some time in elementary school (after I transferred to Central in fourth grade). It was probably when we started beginner band together in fifth grade.
I want to apologize to everyone who has provided suggestions on my first music post. I haven’t forgotten about you, and I’m going to get around to listening to your suggestions. Life has just caught up with me a bit these last few weeks, and I’m only slowly digging out.
Well, it’s done. I had all four of my wisdom teeth cut out at about 11 this morning. Kudos to my oral surgeon. She did an excellent job, and I’m feeling pretty great, considering. I’m still waiting for the local anesthetic to wear off (still some numbness), but other than that, I’m feeling much better than I expected (no real pain, not much bleeding). I figure after an extended weekend of rest, I’ll be mostly back to normal.
Amy grudgingly went with me to my 10-year high school reunion this last Saturday. Grudgingly, because there were several friends (I won’t mention names, but one’s initials are Jody Jordan) that vigorously warned us not to go. I understood why they said what they did (and agreed with their opinions in general), but I insisted on going because there were specific people that I was hoping to see. Now that we’ve gone, allow me to give my reaction to the naysayers: “PBBBBBBBT!!!!”
I’ll post more later, but the short of it is that Amy and I sat at the back table with a fellow classmate and dear friend of mine (and her husband) and had a wonderful time. Every once in a while, I actually do know what I’m talking about. 🙂
No, this isn’t a post about a Tori Amos album. I just wanted to drop in a quick comment that it’s really weird to wake up at 4:00 AM because the bed is shaking and realize that you probably just experienced an earthquake. Creepy.