This morning, I almost sat down not at my computer to start another task, but caught myself when I remembered this blog! I am hopeful this means a habit is being formed!
Yesterday, my husband and I went to Agway, a farm store in Danvers, to get supplies for our three ducks, named Zelda, Midna, and Zora (yes from the Legends of Zelda universe) and 11 chickens named Mercury, Terra, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Ouranos, and Neptune (yes, named after the planets, and yes there WAS a Venus, but he ended up having a penis so we put him up for adoption because we did not want a rooster for a variety of reasons- they are mean, they're loud, and they have a tendency to violently oversex the females), and Pepper, Patty, Sharona, and Tokena (named for a variety of fun reasons I am sure I will discuss in later posts, because these poultry of ours provide endless hours of delight).
The last time we visited Agway was the first time my husband had ever driven there (usually I go alone, or I drive). As I was making sure he knew where he was going, he mentioned the store being in Wenham based on his memory of being there before when I drove. I said no, definitely not, the store is in Danvers. Now I am not from Massachusetts (Illinois-born, Wisconsin-raised), and the geography of this state continues to baffle me. In my mind, Wenham is nowhere near Danvers (but after a quick google search just now I discovered the town of Wenham is the most peculiar shape and definitely borders Danvers). Anyways, I was still right that Agway was in Danvers, and we proceeded to the store. As we turned on to the road where Agway is, my husbands glanced at the street sign. I don't think I've ever actually known what the name of the road was; I usually either put Agway of Danvers in my GPS, or I get there on my own following the route I usually take, not ever paying attention to the names of the roads, rather guiding myself on landmarks (a very Massachusetts thing to do that I have very much picked up). The name of the road, my husband chidingly pointed out, was Wenham Street. We could not stop laughing. While I was right that the store was not in Wenham, I had no real clue how close to Wenham we actually were, and the fact that the store is ON Wenham Street completely delighted us.
But that was weeks ago, and I'm supposed to write delights I am experiencing now. Well, on our way to Agway yesterday, we were almost there, driving on a long stretch of road before the inevitable turn onto the aforenamed street. My husband questioned himself and asked me if he had missed the road. I said no, it's coming up ahead. I know the turn from the landmark of Roy's Place, an auto repair shop on the corner, and we had not yet passed it. As we approached, he recognized it too, but also saw (and mentioned snarkily [which is apparently not a word, but I totally need there to be an adverb for snark/snarky!] [bonus fun fact: did you know that the word snark is a portmanteau (aka mashup) of the words snide + remark? 'Cause I totally didn't until yesterday during a Jeo-Party research session and I absolutely love it] ... alas I digress...) the street sign- Wenham Street. I smiled (thus the impetus for this post... it made me smile 😀) and I said, "Shut up, I hate you" which is my way of expressing my enduring and adoring love for this man with whom I am blessed to share my life.
With delight,
♥Jamie
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