Tom and I have been married longer than a lot of the people I work with have been alive. THAT IS WEIRD.
Debby had already eaten, but Tim joined us out for dinner. It was a nice way to unwind after a busy, rainy day.
Later, I read some news before I finished my work. Twenty seconds into a video recording, I put my head on my desk and cried. I don’t understand–I don’t WANT to understand–the cruelty that is on display in this country daily. The outrage I feel over injustice and dishonesty, avarice and inhumanity, that is my mother inside my heart. Inside my head are the gifts of my father: his perspective, his reassurance that things have been this bad and worse and can and will be better. We study our history; we create our destiny.
When I’m at my most fragile, that’s when they seem closest. I know there are good and wise people like them still. Tom has been one of those in my life for more than three decades–thirty of those years married.
Lovely photo.
I think HM tolerated him beautifully when he was over here.
She is everything that is dignity and grace.
He is not either of those in any sense of the word.