Day 515

Every morning I drive by a coffee place that has a new slogan each day. The sayings are typically pretty darn insightful, but I'm not a coffee drinker so I never stop to write them down or take a picture of any of them. But I had to get gas nearby and found myself stopped at the stop sign smack dab in front of the board. Must have been fate.

Except I don't know who it best fits. Hubby and his therapy or me and my exercise bike.

Day 514

A year ago today I wrote about how my husband was at a conference and wouldn't be home. No going somewhere, no dinner out, no special dinner in. Last year on this day I spent my time in the sewing room and in the gardens.

Why is this day so special? It's our anniversary. 28 years. And just like last year, my husband is away and won't be home.

But I did go his way. I spent the afternoon with him watching NASCAR on the TV in his room. (Mostly he slept, I watched.) When they wheeled him away to go have his dinner with the other patients, I drove back to Marsing and had dinner at Alejandra's.

$3.18 bought me two of the tastiest chicken tacos with some chips and salsa. I'm a cheap anniversary date, especially when I'm by myself.