- Ronald Reagan was president.
- The Space Shuttle Discovery had its maiden voyage.
- A gallon of gas was $1.21.
- The movies Terminator and Sixteen Candles came out.
- The PG-13 rating was introduced.
- The Cosby Show started.
On this day in 1984 I was just barely 19 years old. Both of us were in college but working during the summer. I had long fingernails and he had a curly perm. I had an ugly lime green 1970 Ford Maverick with four brand new tires. We had not much else.
No credit cards, no microwave, hardly any furniture, a small black and white TV, and only one telephone.
But we had a wedding on this day. A dress, a rented white tux, and a church. Flowers from my in-laws garden. And a potluck at their house for our reception.
27 years ago today, I married the man I met in the Boise State University Library during finals week. The man who kept coughing as I was studying for my first semester of college finals. The man who, every few minutes, had some "jock" coming over to talk to him. The man who was distracting me from my studies for what seemed like forever, yet came over before he left and said to a then 17 year old girl (me), "Excuse me miss, sorry for coughing."
Every year on our anniversary we do something special. A vacation somewhere, dinner out, gifts, or special dinner in.
But not today. My husband is at his latest conference this week and won't be home. He called me on his lunch break, but the celebration will wait. After 27 years, celebrations for anniversaries aren't what they used to be anyway.
How did I spend my day? In the sewing room and in the gardens, of course. (As if I haven't mentioned it enough lately, I'm getting tired of putting up with my back. I still - even after all I've done - can't work but a few minutes before it gives out. Grrr!)
On a more pleasant note, I did manage to capture a picture of the rose named Evelyn.