"Teach Your Children Well" ... Maybe, It's the Arithmetic

Yesterday, M and I went out to lunch commemorating 50 years since a clergy-person -- actually a snarky middle-aged man who was an ordained clergyman -- declared us married. Fifty years? Those of us who have stayed married for many years can whip up some quips as to what our secret is ... Like the Old Person who is asked: What's your secret for long-life.

"I get up each morning."

I do feel blessed to have met M way back then in the Mid-to-Early Sixties ... talking to a religious youth conference about traditional attitudes towards pre-Marital sex. Funny, now that I think about what I seem to remember saying that day in late February. How does the Ipinima song go:

Tall and Dark and Tan and Slender.

M showed up ... day after returning with a Florida Suntan ... One only knows that life would have been different otherwise. So much is encapsulated in the ability to embrace and cherish what is. Neurotics fret that they could've done better. They rarely think of all that wouldn't have been or what coulda been worse.

Any case ... M tried transitioning from a walker to a cane, yesterday ... some success. Exhausted after such excursions, she napped after our luncheon frolic ...

Emile Coue would have the visitors who travelled to see him from around the World sit in circles and recite:

Tous les jours a tous points de vue

je vais de mieux en mieux.

Each Day and in Every Way

We get Better and Better.

I suppose we'd say, now 21 Days after M's surgery:

Fake it until you make it!

So much counting in life ...