Writer Wednesday: What Makes a Romantic Date?

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My idea of a romantic date? What’s a date? Oh, yeah, I remember. Vaguely. It’s been a long time. But we’re talking about ideas here, right? So I’d vote for a good meal and a long conversation.

That’s not exactly how my first date with Jack went, several decades ago.

We’d met, at least enough to nod and say hello, in an 8 AM anthropology class at Florida State. It was a graduate level class. I was a senior and had the prerequisites to be there. Jack was a junior (although he was twenty years older than me, a returning student) and didn’t belong in the class. I have no idea how he managed to register, but he could talk his way into (or out of) just about anything.

I think the class was Ethnology 401, rather sleep-inducing at that hour, and I paid very little attention to the students around me. Jack noticed me, but when he decided to look me up, he ran into a problem. My name wasn’t spelled like it sounded, and he couldn’t find me through the registrar’s office. So one day he followed me home from school. Today that sounds like stalking, but back then it was funny, not strange or scary.

I’m sure we talked a bit, maybe had a coke or something, but our first date was a visit to the North Florida State Fair. That was fine with me—junk food, animals, carnival rides, the fair had it all.

We started out by getting in the wrong line. For everything. No matter where we were, the other lines moved faster. But what the heck, it was a lovely fall night, and we were in no hurry. We wandered around, admiring enormous hogs and baby lambs, and watching the other people, as many local folk as students. We ate junk food. We went on carnival rides.

I love carnival rides (well, I did back then—it’s been quite a while), the music, the feeling of flying through the air. I didn’t find out until much later than Jack hated them. While I was soaring through the heavens, he was frantically examining the structure, looking for loose bolts or tie bars about to fail.

We topped off the evening with a flat tire on the way home, on a country road with no artificial light and a moon that insisted on hiding behind passing clouds. Good thing Jack was driving a little two-seater Fiat at the time. I watched him change the tire while I held a cigarette lighter to illuminate the detail work.

Jack, circa 1992It probably says something about our marriage that in later years he watched me change a tire or two. That first date may not have been traditionally romantic, but it was the beginning of a relationship that lasted thirty-three years, until Jack died in 2002. We must have gotten something right, to share all those Valentine’s Days.

For more Wednesday Writers and their ideas of Romantic Dates, visit Tamra Baumann, Priscilla Oliveras, Shelly Alexander, Sharon Wray, Jean Willett, KD Fleming, and Wendy La Capra.

Writer Wednesday: The TBR Pile

This month’s topic is “Show Us Your TBR Pile.”

Well, I don’t have To Be Read piles. I have To Be Read shelves.

There are a few more unread books scattered around, on a shelf above my bed, on the back of the living room couch, on the bottom of a bookcase that’s mostly full of DVDs. But here are the bulk of my TBR books.

TBR Shelves

A while back when I realized I could no longer find anything, I reorganized the shelves in my bedroom. More recently I held a purge, passing a lot of books I wasn’t going to read (or reread) on through Half Price Books. What’s left are the books I really mean to read. One of these days.

Up there by the blue elephant, those are steampunk novels and stories. One the next level down, the left and center sections are science fiction, with the occasional fantasy. To the right, romance. More romance left and center on the next shelf down, while the right hand section holds mysteries. The bottom shelf is general fiction, thrillers, historical novels, that sort of thing, with a few nonfiction books on the center right. (Those are Harry Potter and Tolkien over on the right—I’ve read them.)

We’re not even talking about my Kindle, either. Lots of TBR books there. I’ve just bought a Voyage to download them to. Tell you more about that soon.

The Wednesday Writers are a little shorthanded this month, but do visit Tamra Baumann, Priscilla Oliveras, Jean Willett, and Sharon Wray for more TBR piles. We’ll be back next month with our tales of romantic dates.

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Writer Wednesday: Christmas Decor

This month’s Writer Wednesday topic, appropriately enough, is “Show Us Your Christmas Decor.” I almost passed, because I just don’t decorate any more.

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I live alone. Well, I live with a cat, but if she observes any feline holidays, she hasn’t shared them with me. And frankly, I think she’s too lazy to decorate, too.

Somewhere in a big red and green plastic box in my cedar closet there’s a fiber-optic table-top Christmas tree. I haven’t pulled it out in years, and have no idea whether or not it still works. Don’t care.

Christmas Bear

I don’t care about the tangled outdoor lights, or the wreath, or the assorted oddments from Christmases past. I have lots of memories, but the people in them are mostly gone now.

No, I’m not feeling morose, although the holidays are different for folks with no close family. We may prefer to put our feet up and settle in with a good book, foregoing most of the trappings of the season.

Reindeer

But just when I was about to tell the other Wednesday Writers that I wasn’t joining in this month, I changed my mind. I carried my plush Thanksgiving turkey out of the living room and came back with my plush reindeer, my Santa Bear (who reads aloud from Twas the Night Before Christmas), and my Christmas sweater bear. They all wish you (and me) a Merry Christmas (or the holiday of your choice, of course).

Santa Bear

Please visit my Wednesday Writer friends, Tamra Baumann, Priscilla Oliveras, Jean Willett, and Sharon Wray, to see their Christmas decor—I’m willing to bet they’ll all have more to show you than I do!

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