We celebrated our anniversary a week or so ago. Don’t we look pretty?
We went to a great dinner at the restaurant Phil proposed at. We ordered a nice bottle of wine. Look what Phil picked.
It is called The Prisoner. Yes, that is a man in shackles, folks. With a hood (and not the good kind).
I went to Target this weekend, and I picked up a bottle of this, which seems much more appropriate to celebrate 19 years of dating/marriage.
It reminds me of the time our AP English teacher made us pick which love poem we preferred to be used to describe us:
A little Wordsworth: She was a phantom of delight, when first she gleamed upon my sight…
or a little Byron: She walks in beauty, like the night…
I guess one of us thinks our love is a phantom, and one of us wants to walk in beauty.
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Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.
Summer afternoon – Summer afternoon… the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Always seek out the seed of triumph in every adversity.
It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Where facts are few, experts are many.
Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice and need.
I don’t believe in intuition. When you get sudden flashes of perception, it is just the brain working faster than usual. But you’ve been getting ready to know it for a long time, and when it comes, you feel you’ve known it always.
Never be a cynic, even a gentle one. Never help out a sneer, even at the devil.
I like weights. You know where you stand with them. Well, sometimes you’re lying under them, trying not to let them crush you, but you see, you KNOW they’d crush you if they could. There’s honesty.
Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.
There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read.
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