We had our first real Valentine’s Day as a married couple yesterday. Last year we were driving through Bryce Canyon and splurged on firewood ($3 for an armload; Berck just about collapsed under the load I laid on him) for a nice, warm blaze. This year, Berck cleaned the apartment and cooked a roast, mashed potatoes, and asperagus roll-ups. I washed my hair and put on a dress. Berck gave me a CD, in case I gave him a present. (I had given him a CD for Christmas, and he said, “But I thought we didn’t give each other Christmas…
We had a Good Day yesterday. I made biscuits for breakfast. We went for frozen custard at Rusty’s, then took the long way home, exploring a good bit of southern Oklahoma. The weather was beautiful, perfect for driving with the top down. We passed through several of the little towns Berck flies to. One of the little towns along our way was Maysville, which doesn’t have an airport but does have an aviation theme about it. There’s a diner with a plane tail sticking out of the roof. This is because Maysville is the home of Wiley Post, who seems…
Berck woke me up Monday morning. “Jonah! It’s 6:32!” I set my alarm for 5:55 a.m. It takes half an hour to get to work, so I usually try to leave at 6:20 so I have time to put my lunch up and go to the washroom before walking the two-minute walk to the other side of the warehouse where the timeclock is located. I’m glad I was driving the Miata with the radar detector holster ready to go. I clocked in at 7:03. Last night I dreamed I got two tickets. So I drove extra slow on the way…