I am just not a mushy kind of guy. Women, on the other hand, love Valentine’s Day. Since football season is over, I figured I would come up with a plan this year.
My plan went into effect earlier this week when my daughter reminded me that I should be out searching for the perfect gift for my sweetheart. I found a huge dog bone at the pet shop and had it gift wrapped. Then, I looked for something for my wife. Unable to find anything, and willing to save her the time and trouble of returning my selection anyway, I immediately launched plan B.
I asked my wife if there was any special place she would like to go to celebrate. Now, she is not the phony celebration type, but she likes romance. She opted to travel around our county looking for some new things to experience. First, we hit a huge farmer’s market. How she could spend an hour there is beyond me. I would just grab the tomatoes and avocados and bolt. Yet, it was V-Day, so I followed along like a pack mule, carrying bags of fruits and vegetables, hoping my hernia would not act up.
Next, we went to a state park to hear a Bluegrass Jam. I can sit through Bluegrass quite well, but I didn’t realize what a “Jam” meant. I thought I would be enjoying talent in the tradition of Earl Scruggs, Dolly Parton, and the Dillards. Instead, it was all local talent, mostly octogenarians, who I suppose took the trip to the big city for the festivities. The crowd was pleasant, my wife loved it, and the weather was great. I got to sit behind the guy who played the spoons off key.
We soon wandered through a Nature walk, during which my wife smiled and expressed how relaxing and enjoyable the day had been so far. I agreed, but couldn’t get the sound of the spoons out of my head. We sat on a bench along an inlet, watching pelicans dive for food. My wife held my arm, told me the scene was absolutely perfect, and wanted to stay for a while to take in the sun and scenery. She reminisced a lot about life, as I sat quietly trying to see if I could learn a new fishing technique from the pelicans before the spring season began.
Valentine’s Day would be nothing without a romantic dinner, so after the Jam, I headed for a small seafood restaurant, off the beaten path, close to the ocean. I must admit the food was great. My wife went bonkers over it and couldn’t thank me enough for planning a great dining experience to celebrate the day. I felt blessed, mostly because I saw the sign that read “Fresh Fish. Turn Right.”
By the time we returned home, my girl was so happy one would have thought I put Sir Walter Raleigh to shame. In any event, she was thrilled and referred to the day as one of the best ever. I told her I also thought it was a great day and asked her if there had been anything else on her Valentine list. She said she could only think of one thing. So I drove to Home Depot and bought a toilet repair kit and spent two hours fixing the flow valve so the water would stop running. She told me she was proud of me and loved me because I was me.
I still don’t know what she meant, but I think all I need now is a sword, a horse, and a suit of armor.
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