Matilda444

A Year of Tuesdays

He wrote; “My Ideal Mate:  Someone to prod me, cajole and affirm * Creating a spark, providing a germ * Of ideas and thoughts to explore and expound * And I shall do likewise ‘til heaven be bound * A serious side to be sure is a need * With playful mixed in for it plants the seed * To be able to look at each sunset anew * A flower on a weed, a bee seeking dew * A style and a grace that’s caring and kind * With a bit of panache’, a sharpness of mind * Mannered, genteel with sass and some lip * Willing to sometimes just shoot from the hip.”

July 30, 2006 I had a half hour to kill and a few sticky notes with phone numbers on my desk at home.  I saved his number because he met my fitness requirement and I liked the humor I sensed in what he had written about his “Ideal Mate”.  These things outweighed my concern over the cigars and separation.  The cigars I figured I could live with.  At the time, I hoped being separated made him as emotionally unavailable to any sort of commitment as I was.  I figured I could save myself all that third date business I was finding so awkward. 

We met for the first time on Tuesday 08/01/06 at Caribou.  A year ago.  Oh, what a difference a year makes!  What I wrote on that secret page some of you were privy to; “This Guy intrigues and entertains me to no end. I think I’m going to try and keep him for a bit . . . “ remains true today.

Fifty One

Caribou Coffee #51 and a game of golf.

Fifty

Caribou Coffee #50.  Followed by a burger at the Ox Yoke.

Forty Eight

Caribou Coffee #48.  A game of golf.

Forty Seven

Caribou Coffee #47.  A dozen raspberry bushes planted!  I’ve promised not to ask him to plant any more stuff.  This year.

Forty Six

Caribou Coffee #46.  Better late than not at all! 

Forty Five

Caribou Coffee #45.  Bike ride!

Forty Four

Party clean up instead of coffee.  Mr.B marked the occasion with a gift; my very own Garden Weasel!  There was every intention of playing a game of Scrabble, but I fell asleep on the couch watching baseball.

Forty Three

Caribou Coffee #43.  I won a game of checkers!

Forty Two

Caribou Coffee #42.

Forty One

I’m not sure what it says about “things” that we made an unspoken decision to forego coffee in favor of working on leveling the garden dirt and mowing the lawn.  We did enjoy mocha smoothies as the sun set and a game of Scrabble so the evening wasn’t all toil.

Forty

Caribou Coffee #40.  Well, it’s Caribou Coffee, just not at Caribou Coffee.  Mr.B poop scooped the yard.  How sweet is that?!?!?!?! 

Thirty Nine

Caribou Coffee #39.

Thirty Eight

Caribou Coffee #38.

Thirty Seven

Caribou Coffee #37