Someone asked me a little while ago how I've managed to stay married for 28 years.  My (witty) retort was "I didn't get divorced".   Although that answer was facetious, it's true.

We could have the Love discussion and talk about "soul mates" and things like that.   I believe in Love and also in love.  I love my husband, probably (no definitely) more now than I did when we got married.  I love him more because I know him better.  And I hope this trend continues.

But staying married is about more than love.  It's about getting through the day. Day after day.  Most of our days have a simple routine:  We get up.  We shower, eat and go to work.  We come home and eat and hang out and then go to bed.  We get up.  Day after day and the days add up so very fast. 

It's remembering that everything passes.  Bad things happen but they pass.  Good things happen but they pass, too.  Most of our time has been spent somewhere in between.  We try to notice when things are good and appreciate them so when things are bad, we can cope.  Knowing that I'm not facing tough times alone and that there is someone who is there to lean on helps, too. 

Doesn't sound very romantic, does it?  Yet, I am a romantic.  I believe in miracles and happy endings.  I also believe in promises.  We stood in front of our families and friends and said "till death do us part" and I believe we meant it then and still mean it today.

So, in my mind, that's how we stayed married for 28 years.  That and I can't imagine my life without Pk

I woke up with this rattling around in my head this morning.  It sprang out of a conversation at work with a coworker.  So, what do you think?   These are my thoughts.  How about you?

In knitting news, this was a rip-out of a week.  I ripped out most of the foot of Pk's sock because some of the stitches had fallen off the needle back at the gusset decrease point and when I replaced them, I misplaced one of the gusset decrease stitches and it was crooked.  Would anyone ever notice?  Probably not.  But I  kept looking at it and finally decided to just bite the bullet and rip it out.  Amazing how relieved I felt when I made the decision and did it. 

I also ripped out the latest clue on the Evenstar.  I noticed that some of my repeats had some yo's that didn't seem to be positioned correctly.  I kept looking at it and asking myself if I could live with it.  I could probably have lived with it if all of them were the same but because some of them (most of them actually) were correct, I couldn't keep from comparing them.  So I sat and started to rip out the stitches.  After I pulled the needles out of the 620 stitches that make up the round, I discovered my lifeline had pulled out of about a quarter of the round.  I carefully rewound the yarn onto the cone and as I got to the last row, I picked up the loose stitches and then safely made it to the part that still had the lifeline.  I hadn't put a knot in the lifeline because the yarn is so thin that the knot kept getting caught in the stitches.  It took about an hour to reposition the yarn on the needles.  Now I have a week to work on this clue before the next one comes out. 

The sun is trying to peek out of the clouds here.  It's a cool spring morning.  I'm looking at a tree full of "helicopters" just waiting for a windy day to spread them all over.  See all the brownish bits on this tree?  Soon, they'll be all over the yard.  I love them.  I'm sure the squirrels do, too but I love to watch them fly through the air.  Like a fleet of small helicopters.

 We seem to be in slow-mo today.  Pk is playing on the computer and I'm getting ready to have some breakfast and start the laundry.  If the sun comes out, the bikes are coming out, too.  We'll see if all these weeks at the gym have a payoff and I can ride my bike further than a block without wanting to die.