Concert night, March 2006: Left to Right: G, Georgette, Duck, and Dr. John.
Me: Forgot. Very embarrassed. Even with both electronic and paper callendar’s, I forgot. I looked yesterday, and I still forgot. Tonight G and I are off to Dr. John’s annual Oscar Party….dressed up just a bit; dressed to celebrate our 12th wedding anniversary.
G: Remembered. Was very nice to me. We will remember the next one with more enthusiasm.
Work: Padre’s 2008 Schedule.
“We take turns forgetting this one.”
“I thought it was tomorrow,” I say doggedly. I seem to say this every other year. What anniversary is this one? I whip out the adding machine. “Twenty five years……”
I interrupt, “Not April,” I say flipping through the appointment book.
“May!” He says this strongly.
“May,” I say almost in unison. “Twenty five years in May 1983, and I got sober two weeks later and you two weeks earlier.”
None of this actually says anything to the fact that one of us, this year it is me, has forgotten yet again that today is the day we were married in 1996.
“One of us always forgets,” he says yet again, comforting me as I hold a darling, funny card and an absurd pin of golden hand and ruby flower power.
“What can I get you for this anniversary,” I say pleadingly.