Atomictumor

Our weekend was two trips in one. Two celebrations. Two birds, one stone. Friday was The Missus’s birthday and then came, on Saturday, the much lauded ten year anniversary of AT and GAC’s marriage. I’ve been looking forward to both for several months now and all went really well. I hate to see this weekend pass by.

Birthdays and weddings.
The sleepy drive home is done.
Autumn comes and goes.

The Missus is hard to buy a gift for. Sure, if money weren’t an issue I’d have a few gifts lined up, but that would only last for a couple celebrations. I’d then be right back where I am now. Gift giving is hard for me, but not because I don’t like giving gifts. I love giving gifts and usually can’t wait to give them away.

Finding the right gift is more like finding the right word. There are many words to say what you want, but not all will do. Walker Percy wrote that you say things by comparison, by coming up alongside the thing you want to describe. We make metaphors to make sense of things and to get our point across. I suppose a gift is a sidelong glance towards someone you love. It’s a hope that you try to communicate. A gift is a sacrament.

A marriage is a sacrament, too. It is so in a strict religious sense of the word, but also in another sense. A marriage is a representation of the commitment made between two persons. A marriage is hope acted out and made visible. It’s a communal event that, like a dance, is done amongst a bunch of people.

This weekend was filled with great celebration. I’m thankful I got to be a part of that.

Sparks fly off lit wood.
We all sit around the fire.
Our kids play fireflies.

Mid-October night
Campfire, tossed old firecrackers.
Not one was a dud.

In the silt filled pond,
What ripples shallow water?
Autumn afternoon.

Blueberry brush pile,
Used to be tall as your head,
Waits for autumn fire.

The Cemestos Gardens folks made it home from the Blueberry patch last night about 11:30PM. It was a sleepy, but ok drive home. I sure do like all the reflectors tdot has put on I-75 around Calhoun. Makes me feel like I’m driving down a runway. Does anybody know why it stinks along that stretch of the interstate? Always smells like sulpher and reminds of the stretch of I-81 near Morristown, where Inka set up shop.

We had a wonderful time down at the Wedding Renewal. Those folks sure know how to throw a party, complete with camp fire and glow sticks. Many thanks, and I’ll post a more complete review later after I’ve drank a few cups of coffee.