Weekend plans/ posted in: Family
Today is the last day of the fair and I haven’t been sworn at once.
My town is having a festival this weekend honoring the guy who wrote “Dixie.” Yeah, I think that’s his entire claim to fame but I admit I’m not up on all the local history. Apparently he lived here and they needed an excuse to have a festival so they picked him. Anyway there is a quilt show and an art fair so the husband and I are going. I asked if he wanted to go and he told me that he went with me to a quilt show before. I had no recollection of this at all. He said it was in the town where I lived when we were dating and it was at someone’s house. I told him it must have been with his other girlfriend. Now that I think about it I have vague images of him with a ballot to vote for viewer’s choice but I can’t get the location. I think I get it and then I realize that the quilt show I am seeing was not in the town I was living in when we were dating.
We’ve been together long enough now that we are starting to intrude on each other’s memories. He’ll insist that I was somewhere with him but if we think about it long enough we’ll realize it happened before we met. His insistence that He Did Something = I Was There Too is sort of sweet though.