Married Awhile Here we are, down the trail aways. About as long as Moses was in the wilderness, and that's a fair stretch on one's life, though hardly a start on eternity.
It was a Saturday almost as usual with the morning trip to the grocery store and then to the farmer's market for produce (so remindful of shoping in L.A. with my dad in my youth) I'll have to put a picture of that place on the blog. Then home again to some backyard work as the Bishop and his son came by with a chain saw to cut down a large branch that was hangi
ng low over the bushes beneath one of our backyard fir trees. Maybe that was the week before because all of the young men were camping on the north side of Mount Taylor about 70 miles to the west of us, on the annual Scout Klondike Derby that Saturday. Nevertheless we've started the backyard work as we've had an unusually dry, fairly warm January.
After lunch Marolynn went off to her mystery book club, and I scrambled to collect the cake ordered from the ABC Cake Company and to also get some flowers for the occasion. Late in the afternoon Marolynn got back home and we went over to Il Vicino for some pizza (wonderful stuff - i found Il Vicino in Santa Fe and they arguably make the best pizza in New Mexico). Then home again where we watched the second Narnia movie, "Prince Caspian" before retiring to bed for the night. The neighbors were out of town so we couldnt find anybody to take our picture together. Nothing fancy that Saturday. Rather, about what we do most weekends this winter, except eating that wonderful ABC cake.