79

As of today, I am married to a 79-year-old woman. I don't know how that can be since I am only a kid — or at least occasionally feel like one . . . until I look in the mirror.

I take a photo of Sue when she is across the table from me when we go out to eat. They have accumulated over time even though we are not exactly frequent diner-outers. I took this ↓ photo last September on our autumn trip to see the changing colours of the sugar bush.

I used to create standard folding greeting cards, but after about three decades of that, I now just make a one-sided, postcard type of greeting.

It has been birthweek, but we haven't been overdoing the celebrations. On Monday, we took a coffee to the water after the wall photo excursion that I posted about yesterday. On that day we also indulged in a pretty yummy maple butter donut, but we resisted after Tuesday's photo excursion (to be posted about on another day) and settled for just coffee.

On both days as we sat near the water, the geese were foraging on the bits of grass that were sticking out of the snow. I took this on Monday.

Standing protective guard while his missus foraged.

On Tuesday, we did succumb to the lure of a car-coffee selfie. It is birthweek after all.

But, today, is the actual, genuine, honest-to-goodness birthday, so we plan to visit the nearby Dark & Deadly cafe for coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Much later, we'll head to the kids' for a birthday supper.