We made a nearly four mile loop through the woods surrounding Sandy Pond in Lincoln. It was a new walk for us — meant to be special and it was. Until we got near the DeCordova Museum, we saw almost no one. Crows cawed, a couple small planes passed overhead, and now and then, the Amtrak whistle sounded from a few miles off.
Once back home, we left Finn so we could eat out. Lunch at a restaurant with outdoor seating and small plate offerings did the trick. The sun was bright. The food was good, especially the fish tacos and homemade potato chips.
Earlier, I had offered to buy him a cashmere scarf but he said he likes the one he already had, which I’d also given him, did I remember? After we finished eating, he suggested we stroll over to one of the jewelry stores a few doors down. Nah, I said. I don’t even really wear earrings anymore.
So that’s it. Our 32nd anniversary! It is sunny and unseasonably warm today, not unlike the day we were married. Our wedding was about a mile from here. Seventy people. It was okay. Lukewarm food, a space broken up awkwardly so that there was a feeling of innies and outies, lackluster dancing, and meh toasts. On the other hand, our rehearsal dinner was really special.
For one thing it was in a teeny, rustic restaurant at the end of Bearskin Neck in Rockport, a favorite place for both our families. It was intimate, joyful, and relaxed. People ate either lobster or mussels and both were delicious. There was no anxiety about performance or socializing. No endless posing for pictures. We often wish that had been the whole deal.
Too late now.
This year, there’s a sense of being past the grand gesture. What a relief!
The things that trigger gratitude about being together this year are both simple and essential. I am glad we’re both alive (K had another funky-looking mole removed yesterday). I’m glad we both still can walk (and kick through fallen oak leaves!) I’m glad I know how to make a really tasty carrot cake and that we want to eat it at a similar pace.
Tempo is everything, right?