In 9 Years, Nothing’s Changed (?)

So the comment tonight re: the Zambia dial-in.  What a beautiful paper anniversary, back in the same locale as the wedding with the “godfather” and Willard of the t-bone to go technique.  When and where is he eating that and those bread rolls?

Tough day yesterday, but striving to be better.  Less irritable, more patient. Let’s never bring up the tantrum following the proflight customer complaint again.

Arrived tonight in a far better mood (with remembrances of our old cab driver now Mr. Diana viral sensation) to a beautiful sunset and finished with the sounds of croaking wildlife under the full moon.  It is such a blessed life. Thankful for the wake-up despite the frustration at not joining on time as if you were home.  Such is the stuff of memories.  The discussion of Canadian weddings makes that date at Hatfield all the more likely.  

Friday tomorrow.  Batoka tomorrow.  Then the return to the Royal Livingstone.  We are such stuff as dreams are made on.  I’m glad we brought the Shakes.

Some things change, some don’t.  In Zambia, yes.  But with pregnant wife on the date of the one year wedding anniversary?   If you had told me that upon waking up from the fog of the Amitabh sail, I would have found it both hard to believe and inescapably true.  Good change.