It recently occurred to me that there are one or two poor, confused, souls reading this blog are not in my immediate circle of meatspace friends, which means certain facts known to them might not be known to all and sundry. So, short summary: Beth (my ex-wife) and I are trying to get back together. This is going to be a fairly complex process of communication, counseling, getting to know one another again, and so on, and I am not expecting it to be easy or swift. I do think it is worth the risk. Hence the "Marriage 2.0" tag on this and future relevant posts.
So Friday night, we went on our first real date post-breakup. We attended a
violin and piano recital at U of I, featuring a 19 year old virtuoso (and that's a
prestige class, so you know she's good!) and, erm, someone else on the piano. I have never attended a classical music concert before. It was an interesting experience, in that only one sense was involved (hearing, duh) and there was nothing to engage the verbal portion of my brain -- no story to follow, no lyrics to hear, etc. It was just...music. Pretty music, though. I got to let my mind wander in a variety of directions. Not something I'd want to do every week, but fun and interesting and a good reminder that not all entertainment needs to consist of overwhelming the senses and preventing coherent thought.
Yesterday, we went to Thunder Over Louisville, which is...uhm...not a source of tremendous intellectual stimulation. :) Rather, it's a lot of loud noises and flashy lights, preceeded by 4-5 hours of sitting in the hot sun. Lizards do not sun well, despite what you may think. By the time I got home, I was feeling very headachy and nauseated, probably a bit of sun poisoning. Despite this, though, it was cool. Lots of warplanes flew overhead (and none crashed), including a stealth bomber, which is just plain awesome to see. There's something nice about looking at craft capable of devastating a city and knowing they're on
your side. (Well, within reasonable parameters...my side is kind of personal, but you know what I mean...). We were staying in the parking lot belonging to
Jeana's employer, and they had set up some food booths. For the first several hours, many young children were given unlimited access to cotton candy and sno-cones, resulting in them becoming blurred objects moving at near-lightspeed velocity. I mostly tried to read, as I was told I wasn't allowed to make snide comments about the people walking by. :( Without the ability to be snide, I don't have much to say. So it goes.
Fireworks were, in a word, spectacular. Several million dollars which might otherwise have been wasted buying schoolbooks for needy pupils or fixing holes in roads were instead well-spent on a glorious display of pyrotechnics. There was a full half hour of sound and fury signifying things blowing up real good! Remember, the only legitimate functions of government are the protection of the rights of the individual from violation by force or fraud, and fireworks. I think John Locke said that. Or maybe Milton Friedman.
Tomorrow, Marriage 2.0 continues with a dual birthday dinner and a trip to the book club, with neither of us having read the damn book due to it being out of print and the Amazon affiliates who were supposed to send it to us screwing up, big time. Grrr. But I digress.
(One of the interesting things about this whole 'trying to get back together' thing is how few social protocols there are. Remarriage is not something which is at all common. Do you fill out a wedding registry? Do you even have a formal wedding, or just a civil ceremony and a potluck party? When tallying anniversaries, do you start over at one? No clue.)
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