dual personalities

My dear DP is here now in flyover country to spend some time with me. It’s not like we are having “super fun” exactly, but we are having quality one-on-one time like we haven’t had in years and years. That is a great blessing.

She is also giving some respite to the OM who has been forced by our present circumstances to shoulder more than his usual burden of responsibilities. [Plus, in the last few weeks the air conditioning went out, the garage door needed adjusting and now the dryer vent has come undone for the umpteenth time and we have had to call in the auxiliary troops again.] C’est la vie. He reminds me sometimes of Arthur Hunnicutt trudging off to get Croton Oil or gunpowder or soap in El Dorado (1967) for the beleaguered gang in the sheriff’s office.

But he’s been great and I am grateful. And today is the OM’s birthday! I’m afraid it got a little lost in the shuffle, although daughter #1 sent him a card…

…and then daughter #2 sent him the same card! There will be no big party to celebrate, but maybe we’ll watch Bullitt (1968) and get Chik-fil-A. I could maybe go for that too.

The wee babes don’t get back into town until tonight, and they are coming over tomorrow 🎉🎉, so perhaps there will be cake and a few presents. It’s always a party when they come over!

In the meantime, here are some pics from their visit to Sarasota.

Aren’t they getting so grown up?

L’Chaim to the OM tonight!

*Edgar Allan Poe