Yesterday was our 53rd anniversary. Walt's sister, who loves knowing what people are doing to celebrate events, called in the afternoon to wish us a happy anniversary and I think was disappointed that I had nothing to tell her.
The previous day had been so Kaiser and house heavy that we just didn't think about the fact that the next day was our anniversary.
We don't do anniversary gifts, but always exchange cards and Walt, who is suffering from the cough I had earlier this month and not feeling at all well, forgot to get me a card. I had a card for him, but only because I buy cards ahead of time and sometimes have more than one anniversary card in the card drawer. I don't know how long ago I bought this particular card, but was glad I had it.
In the morning Walt took a nap, since he felt so crappy and I spent a good part of the morning writing the review for the show we saw the other night.
I finished up our cottage cheese and strawberries for lunch, so Walt went out to buy more, and when he got home, he was exhausted, so he went down for another nap, and I slept too.
Neither of us was particularly hungry at 5:30, which is when we would have to eat if we were going to have dinner, so we both picked at leftover and then headed off to Sacramento again to see Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.
It was billed as a "daring, dazzling choreographic extravaganza" and they did not lie. Short on plot but oh...that dancing!
I particularly liked the "girl flipping."
I'm getting to where I hate going to shows like this because at intermission people want to leave their seats and go out to get refreshment, which means I have to get up to let them out, but my knees sometimes don't want to unbend and they have to figure out how to get around me. I hate this. Poor Jeff, my colleague, who is not a small man, had to literally climb over me. Not sure which of us was the more embarrassed. He later helped me stand up.
During the finale, I was hoping for lots of applause and a standing ovation (which they got) so I could struggle to my feet...which I was able to do eventually, though with all the jostling of the crowd leaving the theater, I felt very unsteady and had to hang onto Walt.
We got home, had ice cream bars, watched jeopardy and went to sleep. Happy anniversary!
Today I have an appointment with a neurologist.
This is what marriage is like when you reach a certain age!