Randoms

"I don't get nearly enough credit in life for all the things I manage not to say."

I saw that meme on socials and it rang so true, especially in light of all the things I would like to write on the site formerly known as Twitter about one JD Vance—most recently in response to his apparent belief that the sole purpose of "post-menopausal females" is to take care of grandchildren, and women who, God forbid, pursue careers instead of becoming mothers, are selfish and not in service of the republic. Oh there is so much more. But I know I would only be shouting into the void, that my venting would make not an iota of difference to that Project 2025 avatar and power-addled, misogynistic fraud. Now my vote in November—that will count for something. I can't wait. 

This spoke to me, too. I've been missing spending time with one particular friend who is still very wary of Covid—with good reason, as the virus is once again mutating and marching. My friend mostly stays inside at her home, the way we all did in those two lost years, and she masks up faithfully when she goes out. And yet she came unmasked to my daughter's wedding, despite the event being held indoors. I knew it was an act of love, dared perhaps because she'd recovered from her first bout of Covid fairly recently. I'm just grateful that she and everyone else in attendance seems to have remained healthy since.

 

 

And this picture—I found it in the digital forest, aka the shared family album into which we dumped all the photos we took at the wedding. I'm intrigued by this moment because there's so much going on. My son was in a celebratory mood and didn't bother waiting till the reception to down some champagne while his cousin, the maid of honor, carefully blotted happy tears that threatened to ruin my daughter's make up—her dad had just presented her with the bridal bouquet he'd made—as my other niece held the flowers aloft. The mood was jubilant. And now I'm remembering how, at the end of the night, my daughter, flush with joy, threw her arms around me and merrily declared, "I'm married, Mama!"

One more, the honeymooners in Santorini, Greece, or maybe they were in Milos, where they went afterward. They'll be back home this weekend, with stories I'm sure. I read somewhere that the sharing of new experiences deepens the bonds of relationships. May they have many more adventures together, my beauties.