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Inspirational song: Du Hast (Rammstein)

I suppose it is appropriate that on our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, we spent the day like a couple of nineteen year olds, like we were when we met. We had the landlady inspect our apartment (just our friend, showing the city how much work she has put into rehabbing this place, but still), then we went to see an animated movie (Minions, of course), and played in the arcade at the theater (he played and I watched, and I teased him about having awfully good reflexes and eye-hand coordination for an old man). Then we went to our daughter's and played Rock Band for hours. I learned that it's easier to keep good time on the keyboard when it's a head-banging rock song, and you let yourself thrash a little bit to the music. And after it came up twice in the setlist, we got pretty darned good at Dream Police. It's our big hit and the crowd went wild.

We got the final resolution from our objections on the house inspection today. The seller had already agreed to pay for the major rewiring and new breaker panel that was necessary. Today he has finally accepted that his repair (which we were assured he hired out, not did himself after all) did significant damage to the roof integrity, and now he will put enough into escrow from his sale proceeds to cover the cost to replace. The title company will see to the completion and payment, and we don't have to be involved at all (other than to be present during the roofing to feel confident in the process).

I always imagined that our 25th anniversary would be a huge party or international trip or something significant. Yet here, much like our 20th, we are tired and stressed, and considering a trip to a nearby restaurant to be a big night out. Who knows, if we make it to 50, maybe then I will get my big party. Ask me in another quarter of a century.