| Lunch, that loveable cat...|
I was helping Miimii with her college homework and leaning over a book to read. Lunch, who thought I was her husband, slowly climbed onto my back and made herself comfortable on the back of my neck. And then, in typical cat fashion, she fell asleep.
Around this time we found out we were leaving Fairchild Air Force Base, and Spokane, Washington, within a year. Miimii hated Spokane and we never enjoyed the area as we should have. Washington was gorgeous, and for the most part, we missed it, but I knew sacrifice was a big part of marriage. I knew that if I had to move to a crowded metropolitan area to apease Miimii, then I should. I hoped we could find a place we both liked and Miimii wouldn't be complaining incessantly about the lack of good shopping and employment.
|I was bitter from 1993, for not being able to have children, the damage it had done to us as a couple, and not being able to compete, and getting fat. |
Miimii was turning 26...so I bought her a little cake, took a silly photo when, across from the table, Moo was making a nuisance of herself on the chair. Miimii didn't look like she was approving of our overactive, hairy child.
On the table you see the only known photo of my camera's lense cap, which I lost in Paris on February 2, 2002...*sigh*
I joined the Baddlands Bicycle Club and persisted in training. I trained in a hail storm, another time in blowing snow, and on April 6, 1994 at 5:05pm, a massive storm gave Spokane its first Tornado in ten years. I was training with my bicycle on Highway 2, near Deep Creek, and noticed a strange funnel of black air. Why hadn't I noticed those smokestacks before? It was an F0 on the Fujita scale. No one was hurt, and sales of hairspray boomed afterwards.
After a year of fighting, feeling trapped, I thought,"What could be more important than having our own children?" At the rate we were going, we'd be divorced soon. I couldn't allow Miimii to use donor sperm until I felt I'd exhausted all options at having our own children.