Relocate to Wisconsin

       I read a blog by Margaret Rome the other day....her own love story about how her blind date turned into a "happily ever after" adventure.  I promised her in a comment, I would share my own story of happily ever after....so here it is....

        Another lifetime ago I was happily single and self employed and my younger brother was living in Boston and had invited me to come and visit.  Never having been to that part of the country, it sounded like fun...he had an apartment..his first instruction when he picked me up at the airport was that I was not allowed to comment on his driving...you just get on those round abouts...close your eyes and step on the gas...I spent most of the ride with my seat reclined so I missed all the "near misses" !

       We drove to Cape Cod and did lots of typically touristy kinds of things.  He said that all the people in his office went to see Linda, "the psychic witch" in Salem.  My ever so Catholic Dad always called psychics, tea leaf readers, card readers, star gazers....horoscope writers all came under the category of "Baloney Ladies" to him. He was also the first one to ask what they had to say when my Mom, sister or I came home from such a visit.  Anyway....Linda gave us each a private reading...and we both took notes. he was very specific...none of that..."You will meet a stanger who...."  Linda said I would renew acquaintances with a man I had known in the past by the end of the calendar year and by the end of the next year, we would be married....he decribed him physically...six feet ish tall...blondish...and his personality and talents....much like my Dad...couldn't really think of anyone I knew like that.  Marriage...oh not. Marriage was neither a desire or goal...When I returned to Wisconsin, I put the notes in a file folder labeled "Future" and went on with life....it was a warm August, I had to put my favorite cat to sleep...business was good and life went on....

    Then it was a chilly November day when the phone rang....and this person I did know....and also knew he was married....asked me to go his company Christmas party.  "What about "Beulah" ?(not the wife' real name) Well...he had moved out of the house a number of months before, divorce papers served and court sessions taken place...the marriage I had told him as a friend years before, NOT to enter in to...wa ending...no surprises there.  We dated, his divorce finalized...and the light went on...oh yicks...I went to the Future File...oh yep....he was who she meant....on October 10th both my parents walked me down the aisle in a fairy tale wedding with Victorian theme....and that was almost 16 years ago...My Dad isn't here now...he loved David like a son, and David loved my Dad...,my brother was our best man....and that is no baloney....we are still living (most days) happily ever after.