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Monday, July 16, 2012
25th anniversary
On this very day 25 years ago I eloped with Michael Thomas Miller, a man who in the past year has raced on horseback to the pyramids of Giza (and won, mind you), was passed off (in his blithe innocence) as a potential groom in Vietnam while on a medical-mission trip, and spent the night on a high, narrow ledge of the Crazy Mountains wrapped in the bloody skin of a mountain goat (shades of Star Wars.) Things just get more and more wild and curious, and I can't wait to see what happens next.
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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
Happy Anniversary--and happy years to come, Marly.
ReplyDeleteThank you here and elsewhere, Miss Mary B (why does everybody comment on facebook, I wonder? I must be more a facebook sort than a blogger or a twitterer.) And yes, I really did elope. (Trala!)
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Is there really a Crazy mountain range? And was the goat alive when the night started? Inquiring minds want to know! :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary! Such an improbable adventure-quest, marriage, eh? It only gets wilder, on the far side of the 30th, I promise :-)
Yes, before it became the wrapper in a potential grizzly snack, the mountain goat was most definitely alive...
ReplyDeleteCrazy Mountains are across the river from Yellowstone.
Definitely. I can wait five years, I think! Right now I'm just hoping that he makes it home from Chicago and isn't eaten by a lion in Mozambique.
Happy Anniversary Marly and Mike. Thats a snazzy description-in-a-paragraph of a 25 year relationship. Can't wait for the book! Will I get to do the cover, I wonder. I do hope so. Mike wrapped in a bloody goat's skin is a startling though exciting possibility to consider!
ReplyDeleteAnd that was just the past year or thereabouts... Yes, he is quite the subject! XD
ReplyDeleteHappy 25th anniversary! What an exciting match. May the next 25 be as exciting... worthy of a book as Clive said.
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you? Where's my silver?! Yes, I hope so...
ReplyDeleteYou seem like such a romantic spirit and from your descriptions of your husband, he is cut from the same bolt; how appropriate to have an elopement as your joining ceremony.
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary, and may you and your dear one share many more.
Congratulations! Here's to 25 more, and even greater adventures.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elsa Louise: I hope so!
ReplyDeleteAnd Martyn, thank you. I think I'll be content with moderate adventure and decent health for the next quarter-century...
ReplyDeleteHappy anniversary, belatedly! What a pair you two are!
ReplyDelete"What a pair": indeed. For better and for worse! XD
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