Monday, 13 August 2012
By Joanne Zimmermann
Well, it is nearly done. My “associate” sold his house and is moving in, complete with his two cats.
That makes four felines in my house. One male and three females make for some trouble. They are in the process of hissing it out. The male is cool, lays upside down in the middle of the room. The females stalk around the perimeter.
The choice of “associate” seems better than boyfriend, significant other, etc. It means “partner or companion or a degree conferred by a junior college!” I may earn the degree as time goes by. As a verb it can mean “connect in thought.” Boy, I hope so.
It seemed like a good idea for us both, for safety and finances. Oh, and most importantly, I thought color coordinating would be easier. He definitely does not like that. I think he is color blind anyway.
I always ask him what he is going to wear. He hated black when we met. Now he dresses like James Bond and his favorite dance is Bad, Bad Leroy Brown. So I said I would wear black and white as a friendly gesture.
He showed up in tan slacks and a tan floral Hawaiian shirt. “This is kind of similar isn’t it?” he beamed.
But these are not deal breakers; I can live with that. Who cares anyway really?
Well I do, but so what. He says he wants “freedom” to dress like he wishes. So no more suggestions from me, it will be a surprise each time, how fun is that? I don’t really have much excitement now anyway, except -
In trying out our arrangements, twice in the last week he has fallen out of bed. My bed is a very high four poster. The first time I thought he was dead. I was ready to call 911, but then he spoke. Other than a bump on his head, he seemed okay.
I suggested he pile up pillows on the floor in case it happened again but he said he would just wear his bicycle helmet. Is that not cool?
One of his step-daughters replied by email, thinking this was so great and she thought of all kinds of advantages. Her excitement was contagious and such a joy! The other one wanted to know the time and date of the wedding.
Actually we had set that date, about a year ago. Our birthdays are just three days apart. We thought we would get married on January 23-1/2, the exact middle. And the year would be 2033, on my 100th birthday. We hate divorce and thought this would help to prevent that awful thing.
We have even picked our registry place - the Walmart pharmacy. And if someone really wants to splurge, twin Hoverounds would be appreciated.
This has forced us to concentrate on younger friends who will be available then. That is kind of fun; they don’t sit around complaining about their aches and pains. Several have said they are free that day, so it could be quite a large crowd.
Let me know if you can make it too, the more the merrier!!
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