I wish this heavy rain would let up, so I can walk to the post office and get a mailer for Phoebe’s book (I need the exercise). But meanwhile–
Yesterday, for the first time ever, we had over 400 views on this blog for the third day in a row–never happened before. And it’s off to a good start this morning, too. Thank you, readers! And thank you, Christian bloggers, who don’t mind me reblogging some of your posts. You’re welcome to reblog any of mine.
All this, mind you, with my Facebook referrals stripped away. In January, for instance, I had over 700 of them. Now there aren’t any. That I’m doing very well without any help from Facebook is a source of great satisfaction to me.
I look forward today to spending some hours editing the copy for Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever. I was going to go to Keyport in my newly-repaired car to pick up some of the best seafood in America at the Keyport Fishery, but I’d rather not drive on the Parkway when it’s raining.
It’s not a nice feeling when you need to stop your car and your brake pedal goes all the way down to the floor. I got that feeling today. So my car is in the shop.
Tomorrow I was going to drive down to Keyport on the Garden State Parkway and treat us to some superb sea food from the Keyport Fishery. I try to look on the bright side. If my brakes had waited just another day, and then failed me on the Parkway, it might’ve been adios, muchacho, for me. Thankfully we have a reliable mechanic who’s serviced our cars for forty years. Whatever’s wrong, he’ll fix it.
*Sigh* It was Aunt Joan’s car originally, a 1999 Taurus. She didn’t get much use of it. I’ve tried to take good care of it, but we have no garage, it’s year-round exposure to the elements, and parts wear out.
The last time I had this experience, I owned Uncle Bernie’s car and had driven all the way down the Parkway to see my mother. I didn’t find out I had no brakes until I started back home. Made for an unsatisfactory conclusion to the day.
Today’s our wedding anniversary. Forty-one years ago, we buzzed off to Elkton, Maryland, and got married, Patty and me. We also went fishing that day. We were both working at The Bayshore Independent at the time. We I asked for Monday off, to get married, the publisher scowled and said, “Can’t you do that on your vacation?”
This afternoon, weather permitting, I’ll hie me down the Parkway to Keyport and get us some wonderful seafood at the Keyport Fishery. We used to go there a lot when we were at the Independent. The original family ownership has died out or moved away, but the new owner has displayed the almost unheard-of wisdom of keeping the place just the way it was! It wasn’t broke, so he didn’t fix it.
Readers, I may be kind of busy today, but you’ve got a huge Archive to play around with here: browse the wows, as they would say in Obann if they had blogs there.
Yup, that’s what day it is tomorrow. Patty and me, 40 years of wedded bliss and still going strong–we give God the thanks for that.
We met 40 years ago, working at The Bayshore Independent in Keyport, NJ. Once a week, at least, we got our supper from the Keyport Fishery. And it’s still there! The man who owns it now must be a genius, because he’s kept everything–including the high quality of the food–just the way it was. So tomorrow we shall dine in style.
We both agree, those 40 years seem like they went by like a shot. That must mean we enjoyed them.
Anyhow, don’t be too surprised if this blog’s a little slow tomorrow.
This is where we met, 38 years ago. No, not up in the sky. Down there, in the little town of Keyport, NJ. At the offices of The Bayshore Independent. Our marriage has outlived the newspaper.
Yes, 38 years ago today, Patty and I got hitched. Speaking for myself, my marriage is the greatest earthly gift God has given me. Without it I wouldn’t even be me. Without my marriage I doubt I would ever have wound up in God’s service or written my Bell Mountain novels. I don’t like to think I would have turned into an out-and-out pagan; thankfully, I’ll never know.
We had our anniversary feast the other day, exquisite seafood from The Keyport Fishery–which is about the only place we know that’s still as good as it was 38 years ago. We’ll have another nice supper today. Otherwise, we hope to celebrate in peace and quiet. Our scalp-dancing days are over. At least for now.
I also wear the T-shirts we bought on our honeymoon.
We hope to be left in peace by the bloodsucking idiots in Washington, but that’s out of our hands. They have already redefined current and future marriage. When they try to redefine existing marriages, then I would say their time has come… and there is yet another scalp-dance left to dance.