First 100 Days Came to an End

David and I completed the first 100 days of our marriage on Christmas Eve, December 24, 2018. Of those first 100 days, my last daily blog post was December 2.

Potato,

I remember you worked, and then came home because the office was empty. I was with Rocky. When you returned home, we loaded up the car again and made the drive to my family’s home in Connecticut to spend the holiday. We missed seeing Tom. He was en route to Maine for the holiday. The girls were in Europe, your mom in Arkansas. We skipped your dad’s because of Rocky.

We arrived before my parents, who were coming home from a Christmas party. I remember the next day: full of family, food and companions! Zack and Curtis came with Duke. Rocky played happily. Chloe rocked her senility. It was cold, but nice for walking. There was a dusting of old snow still on the ground. We talked entirely too much about pest control. It was nice to be fireside in the living room. We exchanged presents!

In the week leading up to Christmas, I started work as a children’s librarian in Rye, New York. That first week was a treat, and it was nice to commute from Greenwich where we house-sat your Chapel Lane childhood home.

I love my work. I will write about it as my next blog theme. There’s a lot grad school didn’t teach me that I’m learning now, a lot still to be learned, and a lot learned that has yet to be relevant.

The days leading up to Christmas were a blur. My internship with EveryLibrary ended, and my final day of grad school for my Master’s of Library Science (MLIS) was December 18.  I last wrote about food (Cream of Broccoli Soup). I like communicating through food. In the weeks before and after the holiday we shared a lot of takeout, leftovers and grocery story filler trip food items.

It was so nice to start the new year with a clean kitchen. I’m remembering us in breathing masks, going full swing with caulking guns, the new mop, bleach, insecticide, and dish towels.

Today we returned home from our new year retreat in the Catskills (my Christmas present to you). The king size bed upgrade, the sugar cookies, the late night french fries, Jackson, the walk around town, to Pennsylvania, and the storm hike with hail that looked like vanilla Dip and Dots ice cream. I remember gorging on the extravagant breakfasts, the naps, the sniffling. Then there were the luxurious shower supplies, the fireside rummy game, the conversations. I remember one that began with me saying marriage didn’t seem to feel so different, and you taking the other position but elaborating little.

You lit up when we were driving back across the George Washington bridge. Back to your city where success, wealth and victory hides in every corner.

Back to the world of League, where things are less shiny and you play games on end. I watch your gameplay chat like a concerned mom-type. “Hey, that’s like the meanest thing you can say.” And celebrating your team’s little victories. Another game cues to the sound of Newt Gingrich and Christopher Hitchens debating the nature of the “war on terrorism”.

So what’s next? Past the first 100 days? I love you, and I’m excited to see.

Yours Truly,
Samantha

“Cream” of Broccoli Soup (Vegan)

The day started with a shared bagel and leftover veggie smoothie. Computer time then fitness time, followed by veggie tacos. The rest is a pleasant blur.

For dinner? Soup!

Ingredients:

  • 2-3 leeks, the white parts, rinsed and chopped
  • 1 qt. vegetable broth
  • 2 heads of broccoli, rinsed and chopped
  • 1 tbs. Italian herbs (thyme, oregano, etc.)

Directions

  1. Cut up the leeks and saute them on medium heat in a large skillet or pot. Use a bit of water or veggie broth to keep them from sticking to the pan.  Cook ’em for 10 minutes. Add herbs and cook for 1 extra minute.
  2. Add the chopped broccoli, broth. Bring to boil then reduce to medium heat. Cover and cook for 10 minutes until broccoli is tender.
  3. Blend it.
  4. Add pepper and salt to taste.

Serve with toasted, buttered bread because that’s the best.


Tonight’s about catching up on the blog.

Bullet Points

Here’s what I remember of the day:

  • The John Brush stairway
  • Leftover linguine with homemade tomato sauce
  • Afternoon exhaustion
  • Great sex
  • Trying to do computer work
  • Call the Midwife
  • Dinner date at Harlem Public

We ate together outside and then inside when it started to drizzle. Fried avocado, $2 club soda, and meal covered by roommate gratitude (in the form of a gift card). I loved walking with you.

Sunshine

Dear David,

You were proud of me today for getting the jump on job prospects, and also for my homemade tomato sauce which was “better than yours” (thanks, Joy of Cooking). The best part of the day was relaxing into the weekend with you.

The morning started slow, the early afternoon was a downer, but the end of the was sunshine.

Thank you,

S

Love Letters

What if…

The first hundred days ended in love letters instead of data?

Dear Potato,

We woke up on the twin bed, warm in the cold front room. The night before ended in last minute arrangements and exhaustion, but most importantly – it ended in family time.

Our slow morning was so much like the night before. You decided to join me on my “trip to Coventry”, and I love those moments because it’s so much like getting to take home with me. You insisted on driving despite my feeble offers. Let the debate rage on

Thank you for encouraging my professional life forward, even if you had to stimulate my competitive side.

Being home with Mom and Mitch comforted me. I feel, with hopes stacked tidy, that you and I have so much to look forward to in the years ahead.

Thinking of late night cuddles,

S

Thanksgiving

Still on vacation from the husbometer data project, but life is good. Thanksgiving has been a time for family.

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A fun part of married life is all the new family!

Playing Nurse

I headed to Brooklyn on a sticker mission for work.

You came home early with lymph-nodes exploding.

I made vegetable broth, and nursing maneuvers.

Pleasure reading, letting you sleep, and easing into the Thanksgiving break.

Get-Well Veggie Broth

Water brought to a boil. All the leftover veggies in your fridge and on your bar top: 1 whole (medium) onion, mushroom stems and (3) mushroom caps, carrots, celery greens, herbs (nothing spicy for the sick boy). A dab of butter. Dash of salt? What else?

Bring to boil, then let simmer for 60-90 minutes.

The Joy of Cooking says you can put your whole onion in the broth without peeling or cutting it. This adds to the broth color (allegedly).

Broth seemed to the satisfaction of the sick boy, and after a long sleep, he seemed better.

Creating

Taking a break from the husbometer has had a negative effect on my eagerness to blog. Data-tracking used to be a quick entry point for reflection on the day and on my marriage. Despite viable criticisms from people whose opinions I respect, I believe I will return to it at the 2/3 mark. One hundred days is not really so many.

Maybe there are better, healthier forms of relationship assessment? Really, I just started “The First 100 Days (of Marriage)” blogging project for fun. It never felt like anything but that… until people started having opinions.

over-exaggerated *sigh**

Here’s a relationship assessment form that I found from a quick internet search. A sampling of the questions:

Areas of our relationship that our working well for me? All the cuddles, the future planning, the small excitements and happinesses. Having a cheerleader and a frank critic all wrapped up in one smart human. Who gives me so much love, and sprinkles in surprising historical references.

Scrolling through the rest of the questions,  I feel like I have so much to be grateful for —