She, me, we

The bestie celebrates another completed orbit this weekend. The holiday weekend forecast for the Hudson Valley is cooler, and damp, which will give her optimal weather for weeding and mulching.

To each our own compulsions, I suppose.

Nice view

Next weekend marks our 34th anniversary. We hit 39 as a couple in late June.

Then it’s the big 6/7 for me. Damn.

We move on. Love endures. Celebrations continue, because they must, to help us endure the times that are more vexing.

Celebrate all there is to be cherished. As Buddha said: “Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

Be back in June.

Stay happy.

Yoots, 1980s

“She was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen

And it took only her laugh to realize

that beauty was the least of her”. - Atticus

Fam sandwich, 2006

“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.

She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.” - F Scott Fitzgerald

You put the shama lama, baby
In the rama lama ding dong
Hey! hey
Baby, u put the ooh my my (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Back into my smile child
Hey! hey
That is why, that is why
You are my shooby dooby doo