Maggie's Farm

From the day my husband and I were married in 1971, we reserved Friday nights as Marriage Preservation Nights. We would go out to dinner, just the two of us, and have the leisure to talk and discuss what happened the past week in his job [Public Affairs at an oil company] and mine [free-lance writing words for money]. Without the distraction of home chores, like cooking, honey-do repairs, etc., there was a delicious sense of relaxation, helped along by some good wine, and gentle reminders of the charm and good manners of our mate and why we got married in the first place.

Of course, we got married in our 40s, so the "first fine careless rapture" and testosterone poisoning of our teen years were well behind us, along with the headlong rush to physical intimacy, although we of course did/do have that as a reward at the end of the day.

We still do this on Fridays. You probably noticed us some time or other. We're the two old folks at that little table -- the ones who are still speaking to each other.

Marianne, who is BACK, thanks to our wonderful computer guy who discovered our old router got fried by lightning and got me a replacement this morning.

Meta, jappy, Luther ... I thank you all, effusively, for your kind interest and help in getting Maggies back on my computer. [My husband thanks you effusively too, because he says I get really cranky when I can't get my Maggies fix.] We went out to dinner tonight to celebrate at a near-by restaurant. And thank you, Bird-Dog, Barrister and Gwynnie [she's a "farmer" too, isn't she?] for building and maintaining such a wonderful site, that's a constant refreshment to the eye and to the mind.

Bless you all ...

Marianne