Tales from the Shark Tank

It was, essentially, a three day celebration. Saturday night we went to the Music Mill in Indianapolis to see Great Big Sea. As my husband puts it, they are either a rock band that plays a lot of trad and Celtic stuff, uses acoustic instruments, and has people playing accordion, fiddle, pennywhistle and other assorted not-very-rockish instruments, or else they’re a Newfoundland Celtic band that plays really loud. By any classification, they are fabulous. So grandparents babysat our favorite son, and we had dinner and then went in for the concert in company with a whole bunch of our favorite people. It was the last stop on their tour, and they pulled out all the stops, since they didn’t have to go anywhere after that except home. It was a truly amazing show, and I believe we will make a point of going anytime they’re performing in range of us. Last time there were 2 or 3 years between Indy appearances. I really hope they don’t wait that long again.

Sunday, after going to see my folks, we took Joseph to play with his cousins and had a lovely family dinner, which ended in singing Happy Birthday to my much loved spouse. He keeps saying he is now ancient and decrepit, and I keep saying he can’t be because I’m not and he’s younger than I am.

And Monday my in-laws once again babysat our son, as my husband and I went out to celebrate our anniversary. We’ve been wedded 19 years now, and people still take us for newlyweds sometimes. It’s a secure enough relationship that we can blithely sing along to a break-up song (Great Big Sea’s Awkward Conversation) while holding hands. What can I say – I can’t imagine being married to anyone else, can’t even imagine wanting to be. Oh, sure, there are things from that 19 years I’d as soon have done without, but my husband isn’t one of them. We visited a bookstore last night after dinner, and when the manager (a friend) joked that a bookstore wasn’t most people’s concept of romantic, told her we’d done that on our honeymoon too. We thought ourselves lucky on our wedding day, as do most couples. Nineteen years later, we still do.

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