I most sincerely appreciate my twin brother’s “hijack” of my blog and his heartfelt greetings. I really wish I could have been at his villa in Rome to share our birthday, but that trip was not to be this year.
I had a very quiet and subdued birthday at home with my spouse. We did not go anywhere or do anything special. He is still not feeling well and we just enjoyed each other’s company while I (tried) to avoid working.
However, that afternoon…
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Fa bene means, “oh well.” Today, Sunday 14 August, I would have been arriving at Fuimicino Airport in Rome, Italy. Yep, I had a trip planned for quite a while to see a man. My spouse even approved being left behind while I went tootin’ off to see this guy.
The relapse of the infection that my spouse has been fighting this week has produced highly variable symptoms, including vertigo, nausea, brain fog, and aphasia (unable to express words, though he knows them.)
Has anyone seen my spouse? He is the good-looking hunk who hangs around our house. He is the one who tends to our gardens, does all our laundry, and cuts coupons to match them with sales that we frequently save 40% or more on our weekly groceries.
I am very unhappy. My beloved spouse who had dealt with a horrible long-term illness that put him through three YEARS of hell has had a relapse. (I wrote about our ordeal in many posts on this blog,
I ride with a motorcycle riding club. We have several dozen people who serve as Road Captains, and I am among that cadre. I had a ride planned for this past Saturday, but canceled it on the day before the ride when the forecast for rain was 70%. Of course, the morning of the ride, the rain forecast had reduced to 20%, but you can’t un-cancel a canceled ride. I was disappointed to let my fellow club members down, but these things happen. (I often over-think weather forecasts!)
I continue to receive questions along the lines of, “with so many boots in your
Alas, just when I thought issues about same-sex marriage, particularly in my family, had quieted and had become non-issues, at a recent family gathering, someone to whom I am related (husband of a first cousin once removed) saw the ring on my left ring finger and asked, “when did you get married?”