I knew the Camino Lois and I set out to walk in the Fall of 2015 would be much different from the one I walked in the Spring of 2012. We’d be walking the same 500+ miles along the exact route I’d walked three years earlier, but I was alone that first time. And those…
Author: renaissancerebecca
Another Surprise
Several weeks ago Michael began researching hot tubs. “Just because we rent doesn’t mean we can’t have the things we want,” he told me. Even if such purchases require us to reinforce and extend the deck. So a few days ago when I walked out onto the front porch and saw an outdoor heating lamp, I just…
A New Year’s Valentine’s Day Gift (How We Met: Part 4)
My second date with Michael (or the third, depending on which of us you’re talking to) was one of those marathon dates newly-dating people do. We began mid-morning with a trip to Good Will to find sweaters for an Ugly Sweater Christmas party that night. After fifteen minutes, we had our choices. We put them on…
A Tale of Two First Dates (How We Met: Part 3)
Michael had heard about the Gingerbread House competition that takes place every year at the Grove Park Inn, but had never been. When he told me this–on the night of my 37th birthday party–I suggested we go together. The gingerbread competition began in 1992 and now has over 200 entries. All of them 100% edible….
The Way I See It . . . (LWM Part 5)
Michael: Is that a new necklace? Me: No, I just don’t wear it much. Michael: Oh. That’s why I haven’t seen it before. Me: You saw it this morning. Remember I asked you to help me put it on? Michael: Yeah, but that was the back of it. Me: But then I turned around and…
How We Met (The Second Time)
Michael and I met on August 12, 2012, then didn’t speak to each other for 15 months. Attempts were made but successes were few. We arranged (via MeetUp.com) to car pool to a hike but he canceled the night before. He then wrote (via Facebook) that we should get together otherwise. I told him to let…
Wicked Plants And How We Met
“Thinking about going here to celebrate our anniversary,” Michael texted me. I didn’t have time to read the rest of his message, so was left wondering what anniversary he was talking about. Up until today, we have never celebrated the anniversary of anything. Probably because we don’t even agree on when it was we actually started dating….
Next Up . . .
“I like to hire tutors as teachers,” the principal said to me. I nodded and waited for her to go on, as I still wasn’t sure why she invited me to interview for this position–one that I hadn’t applied for, nor even knew existed until I received her e-mail four days earlier. “Your educational background and…
The Cat Next Door (or Living With Michael Part 4)
After working for a few hours in my home office, I decided I needed a glass of water. I opened the door and at my feet stood an orange, gray, and white cat, his tail waving wildly. Michael and I don’t own a cat. *** Michael loves all animals, and on our evening walks spots…
Living with Michael — Part 3
“Where’d you get the flowers?” Michael asked, noting the vase on the kitchen island. “I bought them for myself.” “Aw. It’s too bad you don’t have a boyfriend who buys you flowers.” “Eh — he does a lot of other wonderful things, so I don’t mind,” I said with a smile. In the past few weeks,…
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