2023 Monday — Looking at Phones

The time has come for me to get a new cell phone. My current iPhone SE first generation is now over 6-years-old. I want a phone that’s small and I’d love to have a better camera in my phone than the one I have now. So we visited the Apple Store in San Luis Obispo today to get a feel for what is available to us. I think robbing a bank will be necessary to afford this purchase.

I will be putting the anniversary writing below my sign-off so no one feels like they ought to read it. But for this month of celebrating, I’m including an anniversary essay almost every day.

Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol
and Chloe & Mitzi too!

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— Anniversary Month at Funville
— Monday & Tuesday May 22/23, 2023
— Day 23 & 24 of celebrating

Over an adult beverage -- a chocolate malt (that's with real malt) at Bob's Big Boy the other night -- our simple, silly talk got real serious.

"You didn't choose me," is what I told Mr. Fun; “I chose you!” And then we spun the dial backwards almost 58 years to watch in our mind's eye as a 15 year old girl told a 19 year old boy "You need to choose me; I don't want to give my baby away. I love you."

That 3-point statement abruptly halted our world -- "What about me?" "A baby," “Love” -- All those years ago statements and questions oozed from me to him. He had no answers. He had lots of "I dunno knows" and blank stares. He was a teen male with raging hormones that erased any wholesomeness.

Way back then I had asked the right question, “Will you marry me?” Without knowing it, we chose the right answer even though everyone wanted us to know that what we had done was so wrong. Two wrongs somehow turned out right. We were pregnant; he did marry me; we're still married.

For eight mornings this month, we have awakened in the same house that I woke-up in 58 years ago! My parents owned the house then and sold it to us 5 years later. We lived in that house 28 years, raised our kids there, and then moved a mile and a half away for 24 years; 5 years ago we moved back. All those memories of springtime 1965 reside in the walls and rafters of that dwelling.

The 29th of May will be our 58th Wedding Anniversary. That doesn’t even sound possible. When we got married no one thought we’d last a month, let alone 58 years. My mom told me we were too young to be in love. What we know now is that puppy love is real to puppies.

We are still asking questions; still having growing pains; words occasionally get in the way, but talk usually brings us to a clearing. A chocolate malt has turned into a moment, and what looks like a mystery can now be seen clearly as a miracle.