Yesterday was both Prokofiev’s and Shakespeare’s birthday. Prokofiev is one of my favorite composers, and Shakespeare is one of my favorite writers. NPR played Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet in observation. Very fitting.
Doctors visits went. As it turns out, I needn’t have fasted. They’re running the labs they routinely do for physicals next week when I have my regular tests done so they only need to prick me once this week. And the lab tech for my Pulmonary Functions Test was nice. He was like a track coach, extolling me to inhale, pant, exhale, and breath normally into a sci-fi apparatus on cue. Heh.
I made ginger muffins for brunch. We were out of vanilla so I substituted orange extract. Turned out very nicely. For dinner, Matthew and I went to a nearby Indian buffet. It was excellent. Paneer, saag, curry, and saffron rice. Yummy. But in conversation that popped up, we realized we weren’t sure which anniversary we were celebrating. Matthew thought it was the thirteenth, while I believed it was the twelfth. So, this morning, I went rummaging around to find our marriage announcements. And, of course, I was right. Tomorrow will be our twelfth anniversary.
I also found a sketch my ex-boyfriend, Donn, did of me when we were dating: “Goddess Eugie.” It’s more of a doodle, really, as it’s on lined three-hole notebook paper, but I’ve always liked it. Well, I mean how can I not like it? It depicts me as being a sky goddess. I brought it downstairs to scan so I’ll always have a digital copy of it, as I don’t think the original, being on notebook paper, is going to last forever.
But it also made me stop to think. It’s hard to believe how quickly the years have skipped by. I’d do it all over again in a blink. Matthew is my rock, my touchstone, my inspiration, and my best friend. I can’t imagine what a twitching wreck I’d be without him by my side.