Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “day/week/month/year.” Use one, use them all, use them any way you’d like.
“Far out. . . what a day, a year, a life it is . . .” That’s what a I thought of first.
March 11 is my ex- wedding anniversary. When I see the dates I get a sad little tug at the lost hope for happiness my husband and I had when we started out.
It seemed like over the years some event I had coming up would fall on March 11, just to keep reminding me.
Last year, on March 11, my sister and I went to a group psychic meeting. We all sat at a long table, sharing the water jugs, talking very close to each other’s ear because the music was too loud. That was the day the world-wide pandemic was officially announced.
We have a monthly meeting of the Cannabis Club, second Thursday of every month: this month was March 11.
But it really hit home on Thursday that I will never forget that anniversary. I watch the news during dinner hour; I have it on loud while I make dinner. I heard “The Anniversary . . ” ” On the Anniversary. . ” so many times and would groan each time.
Oh well, its not as bad as a friend of mine who has a birthday the world remembers; September 11.