memories

 Today is (or would have been) my 54th wedding anniversary.  It's also coincidentally Beans and Franks Day and National French Fry Day.  How did they know?  These were among my husband's favorite foods, although tacos always topped the list.  Actually, I imagine they are many men's favorite foods.  Hence the special day.  

Also coincidentally, I started taking a memoirs writing class today.  This class had actually started way back in 2020, one week before the pandemic shut everything down, so I was able to share the memoir I had written after that class.  It was the chickens/small tornado story that I posted on this blog later in 2020.  It did get some laughs which pleased me, but now I have to write something else for next week.  Happily, listening to the other readers, all very interesting, several ideas have come to mind.  Should I write about the summer that the song "Henry the Eighth" was a big part of my life, or my brief stint as a bartender, or the fire in our basement, or camping on our honeymoon, or the cat in the ceiling, or the hunt for red thread?  Decisions, decisions.  If I come up with something good, I'll publish it here next week.