;-) Yes, that picture above is the mecca of all thrifting meccas …the GOODWILL OUTLET in Queens, New York, where finding a fabulous piece takes some serious digging and a critical eye to separate the treasure from the trash.finish the Sunday Times crossword in ink."I wrote, "Really? "He answered, "Indelibly."I'm not exactly proud of this, but in the pioneer days of online dating—before i Phones and Face Time and Snapchat—one clever adverb was all it took to launch a long-distance love affair and keep it in the air. He never butchered an irregular past participle, which I didn't want to admit was a big thing but was a big thing. By our two-month "anniversary," we'd exchanged photographs in the mail. And that's when I saw the pencil—with an eraser—sitting next to the unfinished NY Times puzzle. I know because I was doing the exact same thing back at my house, all those evenings we'd spent "together." And then we hit Send, and it all took on a life of its own. I have less energy than I pretend to have; a yellow spot on my front tooth that will never go away; an ache—deep and persistent—from the great love of my life who left a long time ago. His final email was waiting for me when I got home.
My sweet husband and I met while I was teaching first grade and he was doing real estate in Utah. If you can’t remember all of the words, you can Google it.I like to use this site to find mine but there are all sorts of websites out there that showcase song lyrics. So I reserved my flight, and my love would meet me at the Bangor International Airport."I'm going to Maine! And here's what I found: three plastic plates and five mismatched glasses. In my panic, I considered grabbing my suitcase and heading for the door. The Writer wanted to be a great cook, and handsome, and tall. We filled Saturday driving to Acadia National Park, probably so we wouldn't have to look at each other so much. I started getting flowers at work—delphinium and roses, sunflowers and purple orchids. We began and ended each day on the phone with "I love you." My friends looked at me funny, but I thought being in long marriages had clouded their ability to see the magic of the moment. Still alone, I began opening The Writer's cupboards. I changed my smoke detectors twice a year, and I made casseroles for neighbors when their pets died. Before I left for the weekend, I told them to be thinking of a bridesmaid color they might want to wear. I wondered if I had one, too."To us," he toasted, with wine he'd mercifully thought to buy."To the great state of Maine! I pictured us chopping and sautéing in a steamy kitchen, with lots of laughter and deliberate touching and music.