Ok now what? Should I go somewhere, do something, see someone, or just stay home and be a vegetable. Not sure. Call a friend. They always have great ideas. No? No ideas? What? Now what?
Ok back to my original question, NOW WHAT?
1. Put up a dog fence.
2. Clean out the office and get rid of 5 years of paper work that I have not needed to keep.
3. Build a garden and green house and plant my garden and play in the dirt.
4. Spend time with my wonderful husband and rekindle the love we had when we met, 25 years ago this
year.
5. Go on a wonderful trip to some island paradise, sit on the beach, have drinks served to me under an
umbrella and watch the sun go down and enjoy life, away from the rat race of work and daily life.
Now most people would choose the later on the list. My preference is #4. We have been married for 25 years this coming September.
I would like to tell you my story.
I arrived in Fort Nelson, British Columbia on Wednesday, July 26th, 1984. After driving for over 24 hours, we arrived and moved into an apartment. Cathy and I and two kids. I knew no one else. What have I done? Can't sleep. Worried with no money. Up early the next day to look for a job. Timing is everything. I walked into the Fort Hotel lounge and spoke to the hotel manager. They had just fired a guy two hours earlier and were looking for another bartender. They offered and I accepted. I started that afternoon at 4PM.
I went back to the apartment. Got on my shortest dress. Did the hair and makeup thing and started my new adventure. I arrived to meet Gabe. A giggling reddy/blonde haired girl who had been there for some time. She helped me get acclamated to the bar. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied this rugged looking guy, who looked like he had just come in from the bush. Unbenounced to me he had, returning to town after 3 weeks out in the boonies with nothing but men, mud and mosquitoes.
Gabe being the joker she was, said "kind of cute huh?" I guess if you like a guy with a moustache that big. He sat at the end of the bar for over two hours watching every move I made. I would come and go and he just sat there staring at me. It was time to put an end to this once and for all.
Tell the moustache, "I'm here for a good time not a long time." Without skipping a beat, she hauled ass down to the end of the bar and told him. I was mortified. Trying hard to hide in a bar that is as small as the Fort lounge is nearly impossible. Red is not my color, I looked like a lobster for want of a better description.
To my surprise, he just grinned. Then giggling, Gabe returned. He asked if you want to go see some puppies(ya right, mine I bet). I laughed and strolled down to talk to him. That was the start of what was to become a very long and trying love story.
I moved in to the apartment on the hill. Nice, clean and a corner apt. that had two balconies. I was asked to pay the electric and he would take care of the rest. He had a company truck, and as I found out later a girl friend that worked with him in camp. That was about to come to a screeching halt.
As the months went by, I began to feel something that had eluded me for some time. Love? Is that what it was? I was so in love with him, I called her to the apartment and told her about us. She just stared at me and asked me what right I thought I had moving in here. She was appolled and wanted to talk to him. I kicked open the door, woke him up, told him what I had done and I retreated to my bedroom, to wait out the yelling and slamming of doors, fully expecting to be asked to leave the apartment forever. When all the doors had been slammed and all the crying, (except mine) had stopped, I hear a tap tap tap on my door. He walked in, sat on the bed and asked, "are you coming to bed?" I asked, "for tonight or for good?". We held each other tight, all night long. And so the story goes.
That was 27 years ago this coming summer. We married on the 27th of September two years later. He is my knight in shining armour. We have moved all over North America together. We are now settled in a small town in Missouri, happy in the knowledge that we will grow old together. I still see the man I fell in love with so many years ago. When I talk about him, my eyes sparkle. He is my world. He is my lover. He is my best friend. This is to 25 more wonderful years my love.
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