I boasted about my perfect marriage, and then disappeared for a few days. Go me!
Nah, I didn’t really boast, did I? And my marriage isn’t perfect! BUT, I feel compelled to address that issue mostly because my good buddy Danielle gave me such a hard time about it. I like what she said, and I think that’s at the heart of the peace I have in my marriage — that we can all have. It’s in learning to just enjoy and bask in the glow of my own spouse — that I focus on my own marriage and don’t compare myself to others. So I sure hope my admitting that we don’t have spats didn’t make you feel weird. (See, this is why I don’t talk about marriage here! I get all clunky and self-aware.)
In other news, we had a big fundraiser spaghetti dinner for Joanna and Jordan (and the baby) as they continue in the legal murk. The dinner was so fun. The sweet girls who organized it were amazing and it raised a ton of money and it was just so awesome all around. Thank you so much to all the people who came out to support my sweet sister — and to those generous people who have donated money. I’m so inspired by the generosity of people.
In other, other news, this Wednesday I will be in Savannah speaking at St. James’ Parent Night. If you’d like more details let me know!
And finally, speaking of great communication skills in marriage…the other day Paul was checking our account and was like “Rach, what is this check for $Fourhundred some odd dollars?” And I was like, “WHAT? What check? Who wrote that big huge check?”
Paul said, “you wrote it, it’s signed by you…”
It was for a large sum of money, made out to a person I’d never heard of before. I got a flash of panic. I looked around the house. Was there a new piece of furniture I had bought in my sleep? Did I replace the bathroom sink without remembering? What was this large chunk of change all about and how in the world did I have ZERO recall of any of it?
I searched the kitchen for some kind of receipt, to no avail. I flipped through the checkbook, finding no clue as to who this check was for. Who was this man, the one with his name written on my check.
“Google that guy,” I finally said to Paul as we stood staring at the computer screen with an extra-large image of one very large check written in my handwriting to a complete stranger.
So Paul googled the man, and the first thing that came up was that someone with a matching name had been arrested for heroine distribution.
Paul sat quietly.
“That’s right,” I declared, “I remember now! It was for my habit. I forgot!”
Of course I was joking, so off I went to the kitchen for another round of clue-searching. All I could remember about writing that check was a) I was very much under-the-gun at the time and b) I remembered that I wrote it out to a person that I wasn’t expecting to, a person I didn’t know who was related to the issue but not overly so? Really hazy on any other details.
Just as I was about to despair about my (obvious) bout with dementia and how sad it would be for my family when I could no longer remember anyone’s names tomorrow, Paul said “was it for some kind of farm?” and that’s when all of the sudden I recalled that I had four-hundred and some odd dollars worth of beef in the two freezers in our home. I bought a cow! How could I forget?
Disaster averted, I am not going crazy. At least, no more than usual. Thanks be to God.