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THE COVID ANNIVERSARY
I'm not sure what the 44th anniversary is, but for my mate and me, married on February 19, 1977,
For our first anniversary we invited some friends to a party at Tom's brother's house in Cincinnati. (We lived at that time in Louisville, Kentucky while Tom worked on his Masters at the University of Louisville.
For our second anniversary, by which time we had moved to Columbus, Ohio, we went out for lunch, but by then I was already pregnant and, as I recall, way too nauseated to enjoy the food.
From then on we spent our wedding anniversaries doing basically the same things that we did all the other days of year, comfortably settled in as we were in our day-to-day routine of work and family, sometimes philosophizing that the most authentic celebration of a wedding anniversary lay in simply living the married life. I, for one, was fine with that. Or maybe always just too busy and tired to feel like doing anything else.
From the photo in the Groupon ad the place looked nice,
clincher - a movie theater right in the hotel.
Such a pleasant - if somewhat subdued - time did we have that from then on a two-night trip to the Berlin Resort became our go-to anniversary destination celebration.
Sometimes as our anniversary approached we would ponder whether we should go someplace else or do something else; after all there wasn't terribly much to do in Berlin, Ohio, where there was no alcohol, the town closed at five pm and the restaurants at eight, and the principle diversion was strolling up and down the main drag perusing the Amish arts-and-crafts stores (See post from 2/26/2016, "Clean, Sober - And Slightly Bored - In Amish Country").
But What could we do at home to specialize our anniversary? Well, I finally decided, we could always eat.
So on the morning of our anniversary, instead of indulging in our usual breakfast of oatmeal (for Tom) and toast (for me), I fixed us the meal known in our family as the Big Breakfast that is usually reserved for Christmas and other rare special occasions,
"Settle down as man and wife,
to solve the riddle called married life."