Our Thirty-Ninth Wedding Anniversary

Yesterday was our thirty-ninth wedding anniversary, and the bright, beautiful day was filled with simple pleasures.

First, we went to Railroad Square Cinema for Cinema Explorations, a winter film series.Ā  As Cinema Explorations begins at 10 a.m., delicious bagels, provided by Bagel Mainea, are available. Clif and I can never resist.

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We always get to Railroad Square early so that there is time to chat. Clif is on the left, and our friend Joel is on the right.

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The movie Dukhtar, which means daughter in English, was showing, and it is the last of the film series.Ā  This excellent Pakistani film is about a mother and her young daughter who flee from the latter’s arranged marriage. Dukhtar is by turns tender, harrowing, sad, and triumphant, a movie very much worth seeing.

(Eye in the Sky, a movie with Helen Mirren and the late, great Alan Rickman, will be coming soon, and Clif and I are looking forward to seeing it.)

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What to do after the the movie? Why, go across the parking lot to Grand Central Cafe for pizza with friends and a discussion about Dukhtar.

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Because the day was so fine and the dog had been left alone for a fair amount of time, we decided that after pizza, a walk in the woods was in order.

I was taken by the juxtaposition of pussy willows next to frayed cattails.

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In the woods, the snow is completely gone.

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The horned tree stands guard over the trail.

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Two of my favorite guys.

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Clif and I ended the day with Trader Joe’s Mandarin Orange Chicken, egg rolls from our local Chinese restaurant, and white rice we cooked ourselves. We both had a rum and coke to go with this meal.

Happy anniversary to us!

 

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29 thoughts on “Our Thirty-Ninth Wedding Anniversary”

    1. My daughter Shannon was wondering what the fortieth was, and I didn’t know. Thanks for the info, Derrick. It is highly unlikely we’ll celebrate with real rubies, but we’ll have to find something ruby red—flowers, perhaps for the garden—to mark our fortieth.

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