Oasis

Quite of bit of 2014 was hard to get through, especially the second half of the year. The "on-the-brighter-side" of my think says it wasn't so bad, that other had it worse.

Yeah. Last year was bad. Not catastrophic, but it was pretty bad. I have boxed up a whole bunch of emotional baggage from last year. I'll sort through it some time this year, but this post is not it.

The second half of the year did have it's bright spot:  Carl and I got married, at last, on the morning of Monday, November 17. We had a very simple wedding, and were married by the courthouse clerk in front of a mural at the courthouse. It was a trial day, so all of the judges and courtrooms were occupied. I think what we had was just fine. The clerk obviously loves her job of registering wedding and getting to sometimes officiate-- she teared up and was smiling as much as we were.

When the world gets crazy, Carl is my oasis, my life-preserver, my anchor, my joy.

I love you, Carlos Rodolfo Bofill! I am glad to be your wife!

For Posterity

Scanning, I thought the prompt said "For Posterior."

Which would have been much more apt for today, since I managed to finally convince myself that my keister wasn't half as big as I dreaded it was. I bought a NEW pair of jeans (first in ages) that actually fit like jeans and not like clown pants.

18W "Average," Lee Rider, Straight-leg-- for the historical record.

Daring Do

Daring-do: daring spirit or deed; boldness or bold action; heroic feats.


I'm not sure any of that applies to me.


When I think "daring." I picture...

Sensational people like Evel Knievel or any Wallenda;
Courageous individuals like Harriet Tubman or Mahatma Ghandi;
Unbridled talent like Madonna or David Bowie;
Heroic folk like troops or emergency responders.
Brave employees like electrical line men and girder workers;
Unique vocations like astronaut and deep-sea diver;
And maybe a few outright crazy souls that do dare to act.


I don't think I'm like any of those.


Others tell me I have "daring-do" because I...

Read at Mass;
Raise a son with ADHD, Asperger's Syndrome and a mild cleft;
Perform in community theater;
Don't lose my cool in a crisis, even if 911 is called;
Cook, with or without a recipe;
Make crafts, needle arts, scrapbooks;
Let my kids sometimes push their limits and mine.


Is it "daring-do" if I...

do what I want to do,
do what I have to do,
do what is right?


Maybe it is.