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Yep, April 1st is my wedding anniversary. I picked the date but it was entirely unintended.

Long story short:

My wife and I lived together before getting married. For months my wife’s mother would call every Sunday. Each time she’s ask to speak to me and every time she had the same question. ‘When are you two going to get married?’ My usual response was a basic ‘Don’t know, no plans, someday’ until that one Sunday I joked ‘April 1st’.

I never got a chance to answer that question again. The very next week I learned wedding plans were already underway. It was then I realized my mother-in-law and I don’t share the same sense of humor. I want to believe she took me literally and proceeded as any mother would when given the date. The other option is my wife and her mother conspired to hold me to my ‘word’. But it’s too late to see the phone records in the week between those two Sundays. So let’s just say I never knew what hit me.

I got what every married man needs. An anniversary date he can’t forget. You know – if I had it to do it all over again I would. I still haven’t learned to keep my mouth shut when a wisecrack pops into my head.

The secret of my long marriage:
My wife tells me she married me for my potential.
So I never wasted any by accomplishing something.

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Life in the country doesn’t necessarily take on a slower pace. Rural residents have the same work, family and family pressures that keep us as busy as any urban dweller. We run in the same rat race but if you look at our roads you’ll see a big difference. We don’t have as many contestants.

We also have more than fellow rats on our roads and the state has put up some signs to make us aware of a few of them. The most common of all around here is likely to bring you to a dead stop.

30 some years ago deer were hardly seen but with the decline of small farms much of the marginal land has been left to grow wild and it’s become a boon to the deer. Now it’s nearly impossible to drive anywhere without seeing one. Hitting a deer is a common experience I share with many north country residents.

Not all the small dairy farms have vanished so once in a while there are more cows than vehicles on the road in Pierrepont. Being put out to pasture around here doesn’t necessarily mean someone is going to have a retirement party.

Horses signs can be spotted too although you really don’t see horses on the road that often except pulling an Amish Buggy.

So of course we have signs for that. Now this is Life in the Slow Lane

Drive enough around here and you’ll come up behind something there are no warning signs for.

I take it all in stride. I’ve learned to slow down but sometimes I wonder if I’ve taken it too far when it comes to work. I seem to attract attention that worries me just a little.