An Anniversary in the Season of Discontent

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

In the midst of the Pandemic our days are a little different than they have been in our 42+ years of marriage. We, of course, have experienced varying degrees of restriction. Being 75, unlike my younger spouse, in the midst of a Covid-19 crisis, I am a little more hog-tied than she is.

On the other hand, give the average, American man chips, salsa, and three televised NFL games, and, he can remain stagnant for hours. I am in that category. My spouse would find that a variation on medieval torture.

The night of our 43rd anniversary she asked me to wear a tuxedo shirt and black tie while she too dressed more formally. I kept the restaurant where I planned to pick up dinner unexposed. Even a Mossad agent would have been pleased with my effort. My spouse generally from my expressions and tone of voice can deduce…

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Our Offspring’s Offspring

“Life is a sandwich of activity between two periods of bed-wetting.” Padgett Powell, an American novelist.

We are little and laugh frequently. We go gray, retire and the laughs come more easily than when we labored.

We are tykes and we get jelly smeared on our chins.We gray, having lost some fine motor movement, and we get condiment-smeared.

Maybe these things we share make our grandchildren more precious in our lives. Thank God for the privilege of having them.

Lumps and Bumps

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

So my dear mom, whenever considering anything hazardous I might explore, offered one of two classic phrases: Don’t break your neck or don’t poke out your eye.

Sure enough having just turned seven I tried to open a package with a small kitchen knife. The knife slipped in my little hands. It went towards my head and poked  a miniscule portion of the white of my eye. The blood curdling shriek Mom gave as she rushed to me was enough to empty the graves of a large cemetery. It may have. I was too small to find out. Fortunately, all turned out well.

At about the same age I was carrying a large toy downstairs into the basement. I slipped and landed on my thick skull. I was rushed to the nearest ER to evaluate my neck and head.

Mom breathed a sigh of relief when she was told there…

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