About a Boy and a Girl and a Ring

It was a sunny, Southern Californian afternoon at the junior high school.  She was thirteen, he fifteen years of age.  They each had friends at their sides so weren’t quite alone when they first met at the lunch table.

It was her deep brown eyes that caught his notice, and the way her head tilted at their meeting.  “Alice,” was how she was introduced to him. “This is Orval.”

She paused only an instant before smiling and saying, “Hi, Red.”  She never did like his given name, but was very much taken by his James Dean smile and the slightly dangerous edge.

The two of them started dating in October.  He walked her home, though it was miles out of his way, pretty much every day.  They continued seeing each other through high school, becoming one of those stable “opposites attract” couples that people make movies about in Hollywood.  He was into the shop classes, smoked, wore jeans and motorcycle boots. She was in the gifted classes for “superior pupils” and was a noted bookworm.  Her smile shone for him with adoration, as his did for her.  He gave her his class ring…

Sometimes, she gave it back.  But then, they’d reunite and reconnect and reconcile…

And one day, they ran off to Las Vegas to get married.  She wanted to be a June bride, but could NOT wait one more day to be his wife! So, on the last day of May, Memorial Day that year, they wed.

Oh yeah, she’s still wearing his ring. 


Happy Anniversary, Mom & Dad!


Semper Gumby

When Spousal Unit was in the USMC, he and the guys on his gun used the phrase Semper Gumby to remind themselves that they had to be “Always Flexible” while in the field. Especially so during operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm.

This is a highly useful mindset and one I am employing – yet again – today.

My little guy is being bold and daring and buying lunch at the school cafeteria. Sometimes. He has a picky palate, so we choose what he’ll eat in advance on the printed menu. For a little guy who doesn’t like surprises, it’s a good way to manage things.

Until they change the menu at the last minute. Like they did today.

Instead of chicken whole grain corn dogs, the cafeteria is serving macaroni and cheese. Normally, this would not be a problem for the average child. But my kids aren’t entirely average in terms of food. Neither of them care for Mac-n-cheese, the Great American Stand-by Meal. My older son has learned to eat it, but the little guy still hasn’t.

So. I am bringing him in a lunch. It’s an hour round-trip for me to get to his school and back home. I have to leave again in half an hour to buy said lunch, drive it to school, drop it off and then I’ll come back home. I will probably have to gas my Jeep again, too.

Semper Gumby. It’s a good motto. 🙂