Nothing funny about feldspar

I’ve been a bit down in the dumps lately. What was once my favorite month of the year has become the month When Bad Things Happen. This October, while it has not been nearly as bad as some of the previous ones, still had its scares. Plagioclase’s mother has been ill off and on since her hospital stay in September. Business is in the dumps. The house we were hoping to have built by now is not even off the drawing board yet and the stock market crash has pretty much precluded it ever getting past that.

And yet, and yet…

Today marks the twenty-first anniversary of that fine Saturday afternoon that Plagioclase and I stood up in front of friends and family and a judge and declared that we would forever file taxes together. They already knew that we’d made a commitment to each other, jeez we’d been engaged for years, but that Halloween I dressed up like a bride, and he dressed up like a groom and we made it official.

Knowing that Plagioclase is there, and having this day come around every year, makes October bearable.

So here’s to us, Orthoclase and Plagioclase, and our marriage that is now old enough to drink. I love you, my dear — no matter what we’re going through, our marriage keeps me sane.

Even if you’re driving me crazy