Every year in the days leading up to June 10 we talk about what fabulous things we should do on our anniversary--and sometimes we even do them. My plans are usually about reliving the past. Going on a barhop to places that aren't there anymore. Going on a weekender to the country (sans kidlets). Handsome Man (who I shall now refer to as HM) sees that these ideas are not feasible and we usually settle for dinner at a restaurant that is within a two-minute walk from our house. Thankfully we have a few to choose from.
Today, I woke up with a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) on top of the usual. I do not enjoy winter. It makes me even more depressed than normal. I think the only times that I 'enjoy' winter are when I am down south with a glass of red wine and a log fire. I dream of a lifestyle where I can live six months here, six months there and just experience spring all the time.
I can't escape the weather. Our house is full of sliding glass doors and large windows with no curtains. The weather is everywhere we look. It may as well be raining and windy inside the house. I cannot begin to imagine how people cope with snow and blizzards and REAL cold.
Whinging about the weather, however, now stops here with this post. We will ride it out. We will remember we do not live in Norway. We will make a Nigella-style rich, moist, juicy, firm, luscious chocolate anniversary cake. We will ignore the endless whirr of the clothes dryer in the laundry. We will possibly send HM down to the shop for anniversary supplies--he doesn't mind the rain, besides it's an opportunity for the requisite surf check. It's a win-win situation.
We we will enjoy the moment.
We will have a toast to our anniversary.