Michelle, just don't do what I did this past anniversary.
Chris and I always celebrate our anniversary TG weekend. We follow a strict routine. Thursday--turkey dinner at home with her family. Friday--Japanese lunch with my sisters. Then we drive to our hotel.
This year the hotel was located in northern KY on the Ohio River. I really looked forward to watching the tows snake their ways past the Cincinnati skyline. We had only done a Kentucky hotel one time before several years ago and I managed to get a cold.
So this year, after turkey dinner and an evening playing Scene It, we loaded the suitcase in the Jeep. Friday morning, I drove Chris to work. Noon, I picked up Chris and we drove to the Japanese restaurant. After lunch with 3 of my sisters, and their children and grandchildren, we hit the road. Two and a half hours later, we walk into our hotel room.
How can I describe the view out the window? Look! There's a dumpster! Look! There's a dike! Look! There's a flood pump station! See the output nozzles on top of the dike? I admit it, we paid the cheap rates and got what we paid for.
All was not ugly, however, not to me at least. Towering over the scene, was the superstructure of the I-75 bridge. And I happen to consider bridges the epitome of practical art. European cities have their cathedrals and fountains. US cities have their bridges. And the Roebling Bridge, which was the smaller scale prototype of the Brooklyn Bridge was only a mile away. But I was not to see more than a glimpse of it.
Chris and I had a light dinner in our room, and enjoyed a romantic Friday evening--and the honeymoon renactment was over! I woke up early Saturday with dizzy spells and general malaise. As the dawn brightened, my health dimmed. As the day progressed, whom I intended to treat as a bride became my nurse, eventually my chauffeur. Saturday dinner for me consisted of a bowl of Panera chicken noodle soup and a sandwich--Hold the malaise, please!--washed down with an impromptu cocktail of Tylenol and lemon Brisk.
When she bought me the Tylenol, she also bought me a flask sized bottle of bourbon, but I didn't break the seal. I wasn't sure how the alcohol would affect my stomach at that stage of the infection. As soon as we got home, she added the contents of the bottle to my decanter of the same brand so she could use the bottle in a craft project.
I was so sick, I barley even argued about who was driving home on Sunday. And I know she hates driving the Jeep, almost as much as I hate having anybody but myself behind the wheel. I spent the trip home knodding off every ten minutes and the next 30 hours after arrivng home, knodding off every ten minutes. And so it continued until Tuesday morning.
The good news is that Chris has remained healthy and symptom free. But I'm standing by to become her nurse if necessary. In addition, some time between now and the next cruise, I'm going to surprise her with a makeup getaway some weekend.
So stay healthy and enjoy that little piece of cake you froze about a year ago.
I may dwell on the land, but I live at sea!
Sensation 2/03 I disembarked, but never really left the ship.
Enchantment 9/03 Just had to go back.
Inspiration 3/04 Just have to go back again, and again, and again...
Sensation 04/05 The vessel made me do it!