We celebrated Eric's birthday last month.
(I always like it once Eric has his birthday, because for nearly 4 months, our ages are only one year apart instead of two.)
We celebrated by getting take-out from Eric's favorite restaurant, (we were going to eat out there, but after the workday, he was more interested in a night at home than a night among random restaurant goers.), and lemon meringue pie.
And of course . . .
This is not a present. This is the explanation of the present. Eric brought three of these lamps into our marriage. He loves them. He loves how you can move the "light arms" around to shine the light wherever you want it to go. We have one in our living room and two in our bedroom, one on each side the the bed. To be honest, I'm not all that impressed with the aesthetics, but I have become absolutely converted to the function of these fine lamps.
Anyway, ever since we got married, Eric has mourned the fact that he has never been able to find more lamps like this. He thinks back fondly on the day that he found them in the first place, and it seems that he regrets not purchasing an extra one (or seven) at the time.
So . . .
When a few months ago, Heather and I chanced to see these guys on clearance . . . well, I felt like the gift giving stars were finally shining down on me in kindness and mercy.
We bought two.
Turns out, Eric didn't really wish he had purchased seven. One of these boxes is in the attic, waiting for the day that he really really needs it. The other is up in the man-room, still in the box, unassembled. Ah well. That's how it goes sometimes.
(And now we know why Eric buys his own Christmas presents.)
The more appreciated present (which was also my idea) was this:
Eric is mad for Edgar Allan Poe. I'm hoping to have him read out loud one of the stories sometime to me. Eric is a masterful out-loud reader. I'm thinking The Cask of the Amontillado might be particularly spookily entertaining. (Whose birthday was this again?)
(Note: Eric also received some cash for the big day. Obviously that was his favorite present.)