How Do You Measure, Measure Nine Years?

A brief sidebar into flower shops.

Yesterday, I was going over to a place called Fuzzy’s Taco Shop to talk to them about bartending shifts. It’s right near TCU, where I had an inglorious crash-and-burn last summer/fall. The lady I was supposed to meet with had a childcare emergency, so I’d have to come back later. As I was walking back to my car, I saw a random TCU flower shop, across the street from a Kroger. At that moment, I realized it was my ex-wife’s birthday, and probably nine years ago on this day, I had purchased her flowers right there. Hmm. I wonder what I thought life would look like nine years later when purchasing those flowers. I wonder if I even thought about that.

The whole “sliding doors” thing is easy to groan at, so I won’t go down that path here. I’ve already done a little of that in other writing:

What happens if “when” just gradually has to become “if?”

Also, I’d take most of the credit for that divorce, in all honesty. So, I can’t really go off on a “… flower shop … what if …” tangent, because if I had handled 2–3 core things better, we’d potentially still be together…