We finally got some rain last night, as thunderstorms swept through the area. Our lawn and garden got some necessary natural hydration, giving our water bill a bit of a break. It was apparently still too hot for the Philly Cheesesteak food truck, disappointing my taste buds. Imagine cooking in a tin can with temperatures near ninety degrees. We thawed out some chicken noodle soup instead and streamed more of Designated Survivor. “Netflix and Chill” – retirement style.
Earlier in the day, I watched Da’ Bears win a preseason game against the Titans. No big deal to most but a rare win in my book. Next Saturday they play the Colts. I’ve followed the White Sox to their doom this year and am trying not to jinx the Cubs by continuing to ignore their recent success. Although not an Angels fan, I seem to have paid too much attention to Shohei Ohtana and consequently have him in a slump. USA Women’s soccer was a disappointment and IU basketball recruiting seems to be at a standstill, although attracting national attention. I did see that Hoosier soccer waso optimistically preseason ranked at #2. Not much word on football, so better than getting my hopes up.
We’re two weeks away from the drive to Indianapolis, with some arrangements yet to be made. Our Louisville stop on the way there is somewhat contingent on getting together with some folks that we met on the Nile River Cruise. On the way back through Huntsville, we have to cement some plans with my half-sister and need to reserve a room in Tallahassee. Part of this excursion will be to celebrate my 72nd birthday.
I’ve just recently added the game of Monopoly GO to the list of silly games that I play on my phone. With all the time I waste with them, I hope they are at least keeping my mind sharp and dementia-free, as advertised. It all started with 7 Little Words many years ago, replacing crossword puzzles and Sudoku. I then added Solitaire, where animated fireworks were the only reward, upgrading recently to Solitaire Cash. I’ve yet to win any of the “thousands” that others are supposedly collecting. I occasionally use the $10 cash I earn every month by sharing my phone data with MobileXpression, but it hasn’t resulted in any big payouts. I also play Wordle every morning, with a current streak of 110, hoping to surpass the previous record of 119. Oh, the games people play!
I continue to struggle with my daily run, fighting temperatures and humidity that feel like 100-degrees. I can’t seem to get out any earlier than 8 a.m., missing many of the regulars that have already finished. My times have badly deteriorated, often stumbling at a ridiculously slow pace of over 18 minutes the final mile. I don’t know what to do after shorting the length to 2.1 miles since the beginning of the month. My weight has even dropped to 185 (10 pounds lost) after my wife cut back on buying cookies and other sweet snacks. I can barely stand up after finishing, feeling drained and light-headed. I get in the pool to cool off and strain to get my laps in, breathing hard at each turn. There is something wrong. I’m tired and beginning to feel my age.
I called my cardiologist yesterday but couldn’t get through. I’m supposed to see the surgeon about my aortic aneurysm, even though it has not grown in size. It’s been there for years, carefully monitored. Perhaps, it’s starting to cause fatigue and loss of balance, that has been plaguing me of late. If the recent scans had shown enlargement that would have immediately put me on the table. Oddly, my biggest concern is the interruption of “The Streak” that stands at 5,339 consecutive days as of this morning.
I sat in dark, air-conditioned overload, trying to get through yesterday’s Barbie movie, only to step outside in the grueling heat. I’m drinking lots of fluids in hope that it cools off soon! Not just here in Florida, all over the country we’re seeing record temperatures. Even Portland, Oregon where I ran last month in comfortable conditions is expected to be in the hundreds over the next few days. Fires are destroying beautiful Maui. We need some drizzle to fizzle the sizzle!
It’s another hot August day – but not just any day. It is the 294th anniversary (24.5 years since 1999) of the first “date” with my current wife. It was actually more of a business meeting, since we worked together at WISH-TV, but it ultimately led to other things. We didn’t get married for another two years, but it was the beginning of our “love streak” of now 8,947 days (the running streak is only 5,336 days). I can’t help it – I like to count days!
It was not love at first sight since I had known her since working in Fort Wayne back in the mid-eighties. My first marriage was falling apart after 27-years, so I was vulnerable, and moved out on my own soon after. It’s impossible to explain the how’s and why’s these things happen, but in simple terms I fell in love again. I do not regret the circumstances. It’s what we like to call a re-do.
The meeting took place on an 8th at Eddy’s, a restaurant near Geist Reservoir in Indianapolis. It still exists today, and we’ve eaten there several times since. Every 8th of the month, we celebrate this union that led to marriage on 4/20/2001. In the course of our romance, there is our wedding anniversary, and then these monthly occasions that I like to call our “Eddiversary” or “Eightiversary.” (See Post #1768).
I crudely drew a series of three calendars that highlight the early days of our relationship. We had them framed to display privately on our master bathroom wall. This way I can create an anniversary out of essentially everything we did together. From that point on, I then kept a written diary of nearly every day together. It exists on my computer, so I continue to update it. Poems and other memories are kept both on the computer and in notebooks on my office shelves. There are also poems to her hidden in the gifted Limoges Boxes that make up her collection. In these many ways, my love for her is forever preserved.
Eight is the date,
When our love sparked.
Every month since,
Is carefully marked.
Calendars, Diaries,
And poems like this.
Last much longer,
Than a kiss.
It started at Eddy’s,
Grown every day since.
Like every great fortune,
It started with a cent.
Now it is priceless,
Memories preserved.
A life together,
That we both deserved.
We call it a re-do,
But it’s so much more.
A tribute to the woman,
That I adore.
An annual celebration,
Just wasn’t ample.
But daily reminders,
A better example.
The 8th is special,
Jan thru December.
Though Every single day,
Together, I remember.
Can’t say it enough,
That “I Love You.”
Happy Half Eddiversary,
Let’s start today anew!
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