We Are
Leon and Marcia, married 34 years and still counting; one actor, one writer/poet, whose roles at times are blurred. This is my place to hang out, though in theory, he is supposed to hang out here, too. He has, on occasion, and will again, no doubt.
We don’t bite, well, I do, on special occasions, but he barks out orders, still expecting them to be followed after 34 years, not!
(It will take me a few days to get this organized and institute changes.)
Glimpses of us follow:
Like many, we breathe, sleep, play, have discussions of both kinds, and work. Well, he still works, I am retired. My work is to think, brainstorm, or just scheme ways he can retire. I do fine with the first two, obviously not doing too well at the latter.And, yes, we are opinionated as much as the next person, though, a lot less than many.
He admits to being an actor; I to being a writer/poet. Though I see the writer in him, he hasn’t accepted that I am right - as usual!
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June 1, 2007
I wrote a poem today, our 33rd anniversary. Not that I haven’t written poems nearly every day in the past year. . . Is it one of my best? No, not at all. . . I can write about other people’s heartache and my own, about stupidity and fun, about this meaning that, but when it comes to writing love poems for Leon, I suck, plain and simple. It is like the words are so personal, so private, my heart refuses to share them. Perhaps, because writing and sharing my words are so much a part of me that my mind tells my heart to hold something for just me. . . Sounds possible, doesn’t it, but reality is, I just suck at love poems and he really really deserves the perfect one (NO. I am not going to let go of him so someone else can write one for him, we don’t always get what we want. - Insert grin here-)
So, the poem does have something to say, however, here: Love: All of This and More (On our 33rd)
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I declared Fridays a day for Kudos on Shh? No! Speak up! (formerly Shh! Speakup)
Some Fridays it will be about organizations, but the day I originally posted this, it was a simple one to Leon for making one aspect of my life easier: using public restrooms. Yes, he makes it easier whether at a highway rest stop or a local restaurant and store. And any husband or friend could do the same. Just do for yours as Leon does for me while I run in the most times YUCK! restroom:
Hold my coat
Hold my purse
Hold my camera
Hold the bags I am carrying (or the books or keys or coffee. . .)
And one he forgets: remind me to tie my long hair back so it doesn’t accidentally make contact with anything!)
It may seem like a little thing, but judging by the envious looks I get from the women whose husbands refuse to touch their purses in public. . . it is not.
And remember, y’all, many of you are hugging her in that coat that got drug on the floor or worse. . .
Thank you, Leon, for making an unpleasant experience (I HATE public restrooms) much better. And you wear my purse quite well, after all you’ve had years of practice.
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