My History (2/97)
13 February 97: I'm just getting over a nasty bout with a cold (a flu minus the fever) that had me off work mon, tues, wed this week. I think I caught it from my wife. Both our immune system's were taxed due to the emotional stress of her grandfather's passing the week prior. The funeral was held in a driving sleet storm so that didn't help much. Two days before he passed on, he learned he was a great-grandfather as Pamela's brother's wife had a healthy baby girl. The cycle of Life is so incredible in how happiness and sadness can fall so close together.
The current Shuttle mission seems so far so good but there is much work ahead to get Hubble upgraded for the 21st century. Although I'm not directly involved with this mission, my work site (Goddard Space Flight Center) is the home for the telescope's operations so it has been busy with the activities leading up to this re-visit mission. Last spring a buddy got me in to the clean room up the hill from my office where I got a look at all of the tools, gadgets and the "crates" containing the instruments that are now in Shuttle Discovery's cargo bay that the astronauts will be pulling out tonight and installing into Hubble so its a very exciting weekend for us Dilberts here.
So tommorow is that "Hallmark Holiday" as my wife calls it. Since I dug myself in a little too deep with credit debt last year from my visit to Tiffany's for Pamela's ring finger, my valentine's gift to her (unfortunately) will be limited to (in addition to flowers and a card, of course, she gets me the chocolates because I'm the sweet tooth between us) dinner out at one our favorite restaurants, the Belmont Kitchen. Its an awesome little romantic place in the heart of Adams Morgan, DC's ethnically diverse neighborhood, full of exotic restaurants and funky nightspots.
I also submitted a little poem to the Washington Post "love notes," the page in the classified where everyone puts in little Valentine's ditties. I thought of the poem in my Tylenol Cold medicine induced state so please forgive its campiness:
Pamela,
210 days ago you said "I do,"
So now I know, Mrs. really means "miss us" that is, together with my "boo."
I just wanted to record here for all to view,
that I will never tire saying the words, "I love you."
Love,
Johnny K
I really wanted to get a honeymoon suite getaway in town but that 16% interest is beating on my door in a big way so that has to be stopped. Oh well. I hate having to cinch in my financial belt but we gotta do what we gotta do.
Well, I hope cupid shows you and yours a good time tommorrow!
Valentine's Day 97: I couldn't figure out what to do for what Pamela calls this Hallmark holiday but I knew I wanted to do something special. So I went and out and bought one practical gift and one of flowers, (don't you just love Buzz, the bee?) and dinner.
We went to dinner at one of our favorite spots, the Belmont Kitchen in Adams Morgan. This was the very first place I ate at in DC in that wonderful month of September '87 when I drove out of Utah because "Outside is America."
We were seated in the rear (smoking) section with the Euro-centric crowd. This intimate room's vantage point allows you to oversee why the place is so consistently wonderful, the manager rules with her iron fist. It was such a contrast to be out on a Friday night being pampered while watching the pandemonium of a dizzying swirl of the items on that special menu for the evening on their way out to the customers.
It was wonderful to be spending another first as being married to my forever sweetie.
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