Thursday

11 August 2016

Oddz N Endz #7,312,554 v.28

♦ Max's book was uploaded to the printer and distributor at the end of July; normally I have a hard proof copy in hand within a week, and then it's on sale within days of approving the proof. This time, I have no idea what the problem is, but I not only have not seen a hard proof, I haven't even gotten an electronic proof. The book is coming...it's DONE...but it's hung up in the ether somewhere.

♦ Even so, we're powering on with the followup book. I'm starting to think the vomit draft will be done before the first book is available.

♦ Yes, there's a vomit draft. It's pretty much all stage direction and dialog at this point, and the actual "first" draft will come after. The vomit draft is the one where I just write without editing, pretty much barfing out words onto virtual paper. I'm having a lot of fun with this, but it's really, really, really bad at this point.

♦ The Spouse Thingy and I are still training and we're both picking up steam. We did 6 miles today and it was easy; not too long ago, he wasn't sure he could do six. Since he did not die, he's aware he can walk long distances.

♦ He's still $1,180 from being able to walk...and we're drawing the winner of the Samsung Galaxy Tab E and the winner of the Dell 11" laptop on Monday, August 15th. There's still time to have a shot at both prizes. Every $5 you donate gets you a shot. (I've hit minimum, so let's worry about him first.)
If he hits the magic number, $2300, on or before Sept 15th, there will be a drawing for a $500 Amazon gift card from those people who already donated.

♦ Still reading? Good for you. There's more.

♦ Many, many years ago, the Spouse Thingy and I moved to Utah, because that's where BYU lives. I had a little studio apartment, he rented a bedroom in a converted basement, and we were good little Mormons.

♦ Sort of.

♦ Use your imagination.

♦ Now, when you're a student at BYU, you sign an agreement, and part of that agreement is to not live in sin. Hell, you can't (or couldn't, I don't know about now) even live in an apartment building where there were students of the opposite gender. Apartment complexes in Provo tended to have more than one building: one for male students, one for female, and only the really desperate or brave visited the other alone.

♦ Also...my parents were in Okinawa. They were coming back the next summer, and we were planning on getting married then, but in the planning stages it became really clear that I was not getting any parental support or encouragement. My dad in particular was certain that we were going to crash and burn within a year. So no, we weren't getting any help in planning, and they were leaving the Sacramento area soon after returning from Okinawa. Before our intended wedding date.

♦ We were stubborn, and still planned on it...but in the meantime, we were very young, and had a whole lot of hormones, and no desire to get caught and then kicked out of BYU.

♦ So, six months before we were getting married...we got married. The intention was to do it all again when and if my parents stopped being asses about it, so we told no one.

♦ My dad never came around. So we had a "private" thing in Utah, alone, and adopted that as our official wedding date, and still did not tell. Well, not until the Boy was 7 or 8 years old. We told him, mostly because he could keep a secret, and we wanted to illustrate to him that we would support his adult decisions because we didn't want him to ever make a decision like that. And to this day we hold to that: whenever and however he and his fiancee decide to marry, we're fine with it. Elope or not. Hell, live together forever or not. It's their choice, their lives.

♦ Anyway. The one year mark my dad was sure about came and went. Again and again and again. He was glad to be wrong, but he never knew the truth...that annual you-be-wrong date happened six months earlier than he knew of.

♦ My parents never knew. And to be honest, if they were still alive, it would still be a secret.

♦ And yes, the Spouse Thingy told his mom before I made this public. We were pretty sure she wouldn't be as thoroughly ticked off as my parents would have been, because she's awesome like that. He told her this week, and since he didn't come home with his hair having been set on fire, I'm assuming it was all right.

♦ So. One of the reasons we're coming clean...this December we'll celebrate our 35th anniversary. It's a major enough milestone that I didn't want to NOT celebrate it openly.

♦ Thirty-five years, people. That's longer than a lot of you have been alive.

♦ Take my advice: don't carry a secret this long.

♦ Parents...support your kids. They know their hearts, and if you did your job, you know you can trust them. Kids...own your own lives.

♦ THIRTY FIVE FREAKING YEARS, Y'ALL.

♦ Now...we have to figure out HOW we want to celebrate....

♦ That's all. That's enough, eh...?

4 comments:

Mark's Mews (Ayla, Iza, and Marley) said...

I had a co-worker friend who did the "get married and we'll do it churchly again later". And they didn't. Because they were perfectly happy without the churchy thing later.

Some people need public celebrations and some don't.

35 years huh? Well, MAYBE it will last... (LOL).

Not sure how to celebrate? How about just announcing a major 35th weddng Anniversary Celebration and invite your friends and parents to a reserved room at some restaurant. Not that it was QUITE the same thing, but I arranged a 50th anniversary for my parents in a place like that and it was great all around.

And if you don't, remind us in December to wish you a Happy 35th! And we won't care how it started... We will just wish you 35+ more together in happiness!

sally said...

35 years, wow and congratulations. wonder if you have time to make reservations for the honeymoon suite at the disneyland castle for fun, food and fireworks! or maybe just a romantic dinner cruise around SF bay!

Shaggy and Scout said...

Congrats Karen! Do something grand! Our 35th was last summer and we did what we always do...go out for dinner. Blah. Celebrate, have fun!

Camp Stanhope Happenings said...

I thoroughly enjoy (sometimes laughing alone out loud) reading your 'stuff'... but honey, I've now been married 36 years.... (even though his parents thought I wasn't 'good enough' for him--and at the time, I thought they would come around---and EVENTUALLY, they did). I met him on a co-ed dorm floor at Iowa State Univ. three years prior to that (well, ups and downs, and trying to go to school without money, dropping out, lack of money in general, etc... made for a long engagement)!!! Congratulations!!! (we still don't have much money--but we have everything we need--and two grown kids with masters' degrees and both are married and now, one granddaughter!!)