Congratulations on your happy and vibrant marriage! Mrs. Don-o and the excellent Don-o himself had their 19th anniversary in December, while my unFReeped spouse and I will celebrate 19 early in February. (And not expecting, for once!)
If you look down a few posts from my #60-something, you’ll see the link to the British newspaper article. The woman is such a dingbat! She’s planning to leave her husband when her kids are grown (assuming he doesn’t dump her first, bless his heart!) and imagines she’ll spend her 50’s and 60’s screwing around. DUH, LADY! Women in their 50’s aren’t exactly top of the line in the cheap sex biz, even if they’re really easy.
Wisdom is supposed to come with age, but I admit to be perplexed by a growing number of things as time goes on.
I don't understand why, when when you're traveling in a car, the scenery seems to rotate like a great wheel, with the hub at the horizon and the near trees flashing past you?
I don't understand why, when I'm on Baxter Street, I can see Buffalo Mountain, but as I come closer, the mountain seems to disappear behind trees. How can that be?
I don't understand how I have deserved the love of my excellent husband, or how I have retained it deserving or not.
That must require a perspective that goes beyond what my walnut-head can grasp. I'm sort of living with the oddness of it.