The time was
getting short and I knew it but I didn’t know what to do about it. It wasn’t
that I forgot about it, but I just didn’t know what to do. Angie had tried to
discuss various options that we could do, but none of them fit nicely into the
schedule; you know schedules, at times, they seem to dictate your life. They
tell you when you can do something and when you can’t. I like schedules; in
fact, I want them because of my desire to have things organized – planned out
to the day and hour. It brings so much peace to the soul.Anyway, in
order to have a plan, I made a decision. I didn’t like it, but it was a plan
that fit into our schedule and softened my guilty feeling. I had put forth a
plan and therefore, couldn’t be accused of forgetting the occasion. And really,
it was not a matter of forgetting; I would not have forgotten it. An
opportunity to commemorate fifty years of marriage is not something that one
readily forgets. Now, I have known a few individuals who wished they could
forget their marriage, but these have been good years for me; years that I
would not want to forget. So, I shared my plan with Angie and she agreed that
it was doable, not the best in the world, but she acknowledged that it was a
plan that accommodated our “schedule.”
However, after living with someone for
fifty years you begin to understand when their brain engages, seeds begin to
sprout and alternatives to your suggestions begin to grow. I knew hers was
working on something and I waited for the bait to be thrown out.
It happened
one evening, even as a cat stalks his prey. At one moment it is all quiet,
motionless, concentrating on what is before it and then, as if a spring has
been released, it is upon its object. And so it was with Angie that night. It
almost startled me as she sprung her idea upon me. I could tell this idea of
hers was not some half-baked idea that had just been formulated. It had details
including where we would stay, costs, schedules, sites to see; she had it all
and, with minor adjustments, it fit into our “schedule.”
“We could go
to Monkey Land,” she said somewhat cautiously but still with conviction.
“Monkey
Land,” I said quizzically, “What do you do in Monkey Land?”
“Well Monkey Land has monkeys, lots of monkeys and I think it would be fun to see the monkeys,” she responded.
I could hear
it already, “What did you do to celebrate your 50th wedding anniversary” our
children and friends would ask? “Oh, we did the most exciting thing; we went to
see the monkeys,” I would have to respond. And they would be thinking, “After
fifty years and that is the best that guy could do for her?” But Angie was
enthusiastic about the great adventure so I, without a great deal of
conviction, nodded my head, not so much in agreement as in acknowledgement.
However,
that was not the end result of what that seed that had germinated in her mind
had grown into. Before I fully digested the concept of visiting the monkeys,
she laid out what else she had cooked up. “I found out on the internet that we
could also go see a bird sanctuary in the same locality as the monkeys, won’t
that be fun?” she stated (more as a statement than a question). So, I thought,
now we are not only going to watch a bunch of primates swing by their tail and
make weird noises but we were going to go bird watching.
Again, my
mind was conjuring up the occasion, an almost vision of what it was going to be
like. I could see little old ladies with their binoculars oohing and awing
about how beautiful this and that bird was. It was stacking up to be equivalent
to going to a musical. There are few things in the world, including museums
that rank that far down on the enthusiastic scale for me. But, how much could I
drag my feet? I had fifty years to come up with a plan and had failed, so just
how much resistance could I make? My mind was working on an alternative, but it
was not making any progress, at least not on this
short of notice.
I had just
about formulated an idea of my own when she hit with her third punch, the
knockout one. “If we want to, we can buy a package deal which would also include
going to see lions and tigers,” she said. We had already gone down that road of
seeing lions and their close associates pace around in cages. This suggestion
surprised me as neither of us was particularly impressed by our previous
experiences of seeing caged cats.
“And where
do you plan that we do this major African expedition,” I asked. “They are all
near Plettenburg Bay. There is a B&B there with a Spa Jacuzzi, the room
looks really pretty and it is within walking distance of the beach. That would
be so great,” she said, with great excitement. “I have checked the weather
forecast and it is supposed to be nice and sunny. We could go to a couple of
the parks one day and see the remaining one the next day before going home. The
first day will be our anniversary and we could go out for a nice dinner at a
restaurant overlooking the beach. Doesn’t that sound like a lot of fun?”
She had it
all planned out. Every step was detailed. And I actually had to admire the
effort she had made to be sure that we had a “schedule” that would work. What
could I do but smile and endorse her plan? To someone who enjoys sight-seeing,
it was a well put together adventure. So there it was, the cast had been set
and we were off to celebrate our fiftieth in South Africa.
It all
worked out as she planned, the monkeys were interesting as there was quite a
variety of species. We had often commented that we were surprised at the lack
of variety of birds in South Africa but they all must have congregated here. It
is amazing how bright and colorful birds can be. (In the process of capturing
all their beauty, our camera battery died so, unfortunately, we don’t have
pictures of some of the most colorful ones.) The lions, leopards, jaguars, etc.
were, as we anticipated, not very exciting. However, the guide was one of the
most knowledgeable individuals that I have met concerning the cat family. We
were the only ones with him during the tour so we got to ask and get answers to
a lot of questions.
The B&B
was nice and the Jacuzzi, enjoyable. However, as we were coming down the stairs
to have breakfast, Angie stumbled and broke her right wrist. The break is
almost a perfect duplication of the break she did last year of her left wrist.
So today, as I write this summary of our fiftieth wedding commemoration, I am
sitting in the hospital waiting for her to come back from her operation. It
could be that we should have stuck with my boring plan.
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| This monkey wanted to go home with me. |
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| That's all folks!! |
