Good news: Pat got back to the bay yesterday. I know he's also trying to get back to "normal" (yes, Betty, "normal" for us) and I was happy for him.
While he was gone, I went to Santori's to stock up on squash (butternut), tomatoes, red-leaf lettuce, avocado, plums, mushrooms, sweet peppers, and broccoli. Love those fresh veggies. After, I stopped down the bay. John was the only one of Pat's bay buddies there, but there were lots of people fishing and crabbing.
Susan had knocked on the door about 6:45 am to say she had a cold and didn't feel up to walking. When she's not available, I often give myself permission to skip it, too--evidence of my basic lazy and craven nature--but not this time. I got my CD portable, adjusted the Mozart disc, and walked the usual mile and a half. (Remember, I saw my arteries.)
For us, it was a slow day: Got Pat to the podiatrist without incident, and Pat's brother, Bill, called in the morning and Betty in the evening. B. sent me a DVD on 1936, the year we were born--am anxious to see it.
In the afternoon, a beautiful white azalea plant was delivered. It's in a ceramic container with a nautical theme, but will eventually be planted outside. I assume it's from Mike because he often sends from this company, but there's no card; also assume it's for our anniversary, which is tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow we'll be married 49 years. It's just impossible to wrap my mind around that, considering I feel little different than I did all those years ago. (Do I look different? Why, no, not at all.) Not sure what, if anything, we'll do to celebrate. We just had the family down on Sunday and Alison and Mike are leaving for New Mexico shortly. Maybe we'll just acknowledge the milestone--we talked about it at dinner last night--and move on. There's actually something nice about being comfortable enough to skip a celebration.