Yet another Anniversary goes uncelebrated.

Now Playing -
Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life by Monty Python

Life - 
 

Last night (Sunday Evening) Lindsay and I spent a great evening at our friends Allison and Anthony's apartment, eating some great soup and pasta, chatting for five hours or so and playing with their adorable pets. This isn't something that we do often, in fact since we've been together, I can count on one hand, the number of times that we've done things with other couples in a vaguely adult double dinner date type of thing. Usually it's hard enough finding time to see friends and family, but the stars happened to align and it was a lot of fun.

Which is a good thing, because the next day was shot all to hell in a spectacular explosion of crap hitting the fan. When I started this blog I told myself that I would use it as a way to express my opinion, update my friends and family on our lives warts and all, holding nothing back. Good or bad, but in recent days a few things have happened to members of my extended family that has put a lot of stress on my wife that, were I to discuss them here, would likely open a whole new can of worms.

So instead, for now, I will leave it by saying that when someone loses something important in their life, the people around them deal with those things in different ways. Some treat the wound with humor, trying show that person the brighter side of things, keep them moving on to the next bright point, a sarcastic shoulder to lean on. Others treat the same situation with sorrow, crying, wallowing in tears for things lost. No eye for the future and what needs to be done to reach there with a healthy attitude, preferring to constantly rehash the (In theory) tragic events of the recent past.

Needless to say, those two types will never see eye to eye and indeed, if they both attack the situation at the same time, disaster will almost inevitably occur, often bringing up many other problems unrelated to the matter at hand. I think it's obvious that we have a tendency to stand very firmly on the sarcastically optimistic side of life, if we didn't, quite frankly, the last couple of years could have been a crushing disappointment that we would not have gotten through. Instead, we are as optimistic as ever and willing to keep plugging away. As far as I'm concerned, to indulge in anything else is to invite despair into your life.

Today is our third anniversary, and had planned to celebrate it yesterday, as we both head back to work today. We didn't have a lot planned, hanging some Halloween decorations, writing a bit, watching a movie. Possibly not leaving the house at all, drinking hot cocoa and watching the unseasonably snowy weather outside. Instead, the day erupted into a head-on collision with something that left the house tense, tear-filled and literally running for the hills to avoid getting deeper into something that could only end up hurting the parties involved. This is a really vague entry, but suffice to say that our anniversary, the first that we'd been together to celebrate (We'd previously lived in different towns while she went to school or we both had to work and didn't see each other) didn't really happen, and what caused the drama is still lurking behind the curtains, waiting to cut a line and drop a sandbag in the middle of a big scene.

Anyway, after we left town ten minutes ahead of the posse, we went up to our wedding site, which, three years ago was a leafy, misty, gold and green wonderland of untouched in years mystery. Today it was no less gorgeous and mysterious but this time it was because of almost three inches of snow covering everything. It's a good thing we didn't wait till we'd been together for nine years before getting hitched, I guess! We had, at one point, thought about renting a tux for me and heading up there to recreate a few wedding pictures (Nearly all of them from our ceremony were uselessly blurry and we didn't get any video) Looks like it's a good thing we didn't! After that, we got lost in the back roads of McCammon and Inkom and wandered around Lava Hot Springs for a while.

Later in the evening, after returning home, we took a nap and went out to dinner for my brother's 29th birthday. Came home, slept for a couple of fitful hours, and now it's time to try and cram the things we'd planned for the last 24 into the 9 we have before our work rotation begins.

On the bright side of life, When Lindsay gets off work a week from Thursday, we leave for the promised land, Oregon and Washington for six days, scouting potential relocation sites and recharging our batteries on the coast of the Pacific Ocean.

Writing - 

I wrote around 1,500 words last night, but it doesn't look like I'm gonna make it to the finish line before Halloween... That's okay, I'm always in the mood for horror!

The Last Sentence - 

Not pausing, Clay straddles the twice-dead zombie and starts smashing it over and over with the hammer, pummeling it until all that's left is a smear of gore on the shattered tiles.

From - "Graves" (WIP)