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Love

What is it? I know it but cannot describe it. It’s that not looking at one an other and simply taking a hand or arm. It’s him and our sweet dog sleeping 10 hours through a Cat 5 hurricane while I blogged it and having 149 out of 150 lofts damaged.

All but ours.

It’s me making meat and potatoes for him. It’s him buying me flowers every once in a while or taking out the dog or cleaning up vomit when he lets her eat something dead from the sidewalk.

It’s me making his favorite foods (spaghetti and meatballs, stew, steak on the grill, loaded baked potatoes) and making sure his clothes are clean and folded, dinner is ready and the house is clean. Magic!

We do not buy gifts and he does not want me to have any jewelry except what he’s bought me and I keep on 24/7. One 18K wedding band. Two 18K gold teeny hoop earrings. Two golf bracelets on my wrists with magnets for my arthritis (how sweet is that). They work!

Now we do not get gifts but I think for my birthday, Christmas and our anniversary, all spread out over three months, I would like a traditional Claddagh ring. It would be on my right hand because I’ll never take off my wedding band, so the heart would be in to show that I’m spoken for. I figure the left hand shows people I’m married already!

He just bought himself a 40″ monitor/tv for home so for half the price I can get one ring. Ask writer Calvin Trillin about Alice’s Law of Compensatory Cashflow. Well, we didn’t spent $2K for that so we can use it for this! I miss, (RIP) Alice.

Cheers and root for me! My husband got a huge TV and will be working from home a day or two a week. I and dogma deserve payment for that life disruption and she just got a new collar. Asian silk, hand-sewn, The Last Collar She’ll Ever Wear. (MIB) Dee

If Wishes Were Horses

I never knew what that meant. I’ve had a “bucket list” in my head since the day I was born. Don’t know when I’ll do things but at my age it’s about time to start.

Julia Child will take me to Paris and perhaps along the Rhone on a barge with picnic baskets with baguettes and sausages and cheeses,

Peggy Markel will take me through Florence and Tuscany and Sandro the baker will sing for me again. Luca will be charming at Maremma.

James Beard will show me the Pacific Northwest in all its glory.

Calvin Trillin and his Tummy Trilogy will tell me in detail about Kansas City BBQ and the economic laws of Alice.

I will finally get to the Salt Lick in Driftwood TX. I may live there.

Alice Waters will show me her latest kick, as will Rick Bayless. He’ll spend 25 years teaching me mole.

I will not open a restaurant and Gordon Ramsay will not be there.

Eric Ripert will come here and cook us dinner for our 10th anniversary.

If wishes were horses……. Dee