I don't know what's with me and blogging. I have had plenty to say, more and less important, and I just haven't been saying it. I keep restarting and flaking out again. So I'm restarting again and know that doesn't guarantee anything. But I want to write down what I want to write down and at least I'm typing tonight instead of coming to this site and staring at a blank screen. That's something.
KK went to New York and sang at Lincoln Center and rode the subway to the World Trade Center site and saw the musical Chicago on Broadway and came home glowing in a shirt that says, on a black and white city scape, "New York Loves Me/"
Chris and Ruth have been married twelve years. i asked his advice on marriage tonight at dinner and he said "Listen to each other." and "Assume the other person has good intentions toward you, even when you are fighting." Wise young man.
The crepe myrtles are still bright and beautiful and lush even though its getting hot at hasn't rained for a week or so.
The office is more or less back together but the building still feels sterile. That makes me sad.
I hope we can shift the vibe.
Kerry's been dead almost 26 years. He would love this technology age. The early computers fascinated him. i wonder who he would be today. I never will know, never can know. I remember him with great tenderness and, come summer every year, some sadness.
I love being married to Bob, who also loves technology and who has shown me a world of wildness and travel adventures, birds, and a deep conviction toward social justice. He also takes really good care of me.
Life is hard and life is good.