It was a glorious sunset last evening, as the two of us celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. Although we didn’t have our traditional chocolate covered strawberries, we did enjoy a profiterole  dessert topped with strawberries and chocolate. It was our first opportunity to watch the Florida sunset in its entirety from our table overlooking the Gulf. Dinner itself did not go smoothly since they ran out of stone crabs and our waitress was initially inattentive. I guess they didn’t want us to forever associate stone crabs and kidney stones on our anniversary.  We did devour some Cupid’s Choice oysters that I felt was appropriate for the occasion. 

We are in the sunset of our lives. It oddly struck me when Notre Dame and Indiana recently announced a football home-and-home series scheduled for 2030 and 2031. I will be eighty years young when this finally happens. We’ll have been living in this home for ten years at that point and I’m sure it will all go by in the blink of an eye. Maybe our furniture will have arrived from Oregon by then? My wife bought new patio furniture yesterday and a couple of pictures for the living room. At least there will be something hanging on the wall today, but the outdoor stuff won’t arrive for a few months. My son and I will also install a couple of new TVs this morning. Things are coming together. 

I expect to hear from North American Van Lines today about our delayed shipment, although I’ve resigned myself to the fact that it will be some time before they get the problem resolved. In the meantime, our stuff will continue to sit in the Portland warehouse while we receive a $100 a day compensation, hardly worth the inconvenience. Portland continues to be a hotbed of unrest as downtown businesses continue to experience fires, picketing, riots, and property defacement. It’s no wonder that no one wants to move there and many want to leave. They simply can’t get trucks and drivers to accommodate this demand.  We miss our things with every sunset that goes by.