The skies were dreary most of the day, preparing for the nor'easter that we are supposed to be getting today.
My wife--who worked on Saturday--actually had to go into work for a spell yesterday for an ill-advised, poorly scheduled meeting.
My son worked as he always does on Sunday, and I had to bring him to his workplace and pick him up, too.
There was plenty of laundry to do, and with my wife in and out yesterday, I pitched in and helped her, while she also did some grocery shopping and cleaned the house when she got back from her work chores.
As a nation, we were basking in the glow of the aftermath of the inauguration, as well as the stench of the woman's march.
But it really was just another Sunday for me ... sort of.
I opened up the newspaper yesterday, and this is what I found:
My parents celebrated their 61st anniversary yesterday, and our local Newsday newspaper printed a nice article about them, how they met, and about their courtship.
It was nice to read about them as I ate breakfast, and although the story was heavily edited from the original that my sister and my mother put together and that I read a few weeks back, it was pretty accurate about them and their life together.
Sure, a few things got edited out or slightly changed, but no one really could complain.
I put this up on Facebook, and several well wishes poured in from friends wishing them the best.
And yes, there were plenty of people who never responded, because they either unfriended me or I unfriended them because of the recent presidential election.
That is fine--I am really sick of all of this nonsense, so you really do have to weed out the people who annoy you, as they do to you.
Yes, that unfortunately is what it has come to on Facebook, which, to me, has become a necessary evil in my life.
But that being said, there was a nice selection of people who responded to the article, so I have nothing to complain about.
While others are squabbling about politics on both sides of the ledger, this all has to do with love, and nothing else.
Heck, 61 years is a long, long time, and for my parents to be together--and in good health, both at 85 years of age--is an accomplishment that is far more important than politics, far more important than the hate and nasty diatribes I have been reading and seeing and experiencing related to the election.
At least for one moment, this article took people away from all of that nonsense and showed them how love is really the most important thing.
Congratulations to my parents, who are the true real deal in my life.
"Stench of the woman's march."?They were just following your own motto above-yell and scream if you like. I commend those marchers.
ReplyDeleteStench. Supported by those backing BLM and BDS. Stench. Supported by Hollywood types including Madonna, who said she had thoughts of blowing up the White House. Stench. But in America, we can agree to disagree, but heck, why not congratulate my parents for their anniversary? I guess you are more interested in the stench than in the love.
ReplyDeleteThis is how it works, you write what you want and I comment as I see fit or not.
DeleteThat is fine, but since the bulk of the entry was about my parents and their 61st anniversary, I would think that you would at least focus a little on that. To each his own, but again, you survive under an alias, and I don't.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, nice of you to pitch in and help your wife.
ReplyDeleteI do it on the weekend. She works hard too, so we help each other out.
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