Great therapy session

Bethany is a genius! 

Spending my morning researching Pardubice

I once lived there, but not for eons. Another lifetime. 

More Ahoj

More than anything I want coffee. “That is not a problem. We’ll find you a place.” He steers me down the street and around the corner and there you have it: Wenceslas Square, a wide expanse marked by a memorial toward the top of its slope. “This is for Jan Palach,” Jaroslav says. “He protested by setting himself on fire.” 

For a minute, I can see it, hear it, feel it, smell it: the crackling, the burning. What is the last thing you feel when flames are surrounding you on all sides? What do you think about? What do you wish for? Most of all, do you have regrets? I don’t. 

But I’ve never burned to death. 

“Here,” Jaroslav points to a second-story window. “Coffee.” 

Dunkin’ goddamned Donuts. He must assume that an American would be drawn to it. Well, whatever. Beggars, choosers, and me.

From AHOJ

I’m leaning toward going. No real ah-ha! moment here, only facts nudging me closer to inevitability. My mind acts as the lawyer presenting a closing statement: ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the accused has no job, no money, no real way of getting by here in the States. Moreover, she has no boyfriend, so she’s not even getting laid. In summation, I suggest she keep her bags packed.

Random

Marcus just told me that Groucho Marx and Alice Cooper were friends. Who knew?

Prince, "Cream"

You've got the horn, so why don't you blow it?

2017

Michael took this at my birthday party. I'll give him this: he could take a picture.

Today's mood

 

52

And glad to be alive! I feel very happy right now. 

Current view:

It's our 18th wedding anniversary!

Yay! (There's so much more to say, but that will suffice.)

Mendocino, 2014

 

Truth

The only way out is through.

South Lake Tahoe, this week

 

Jenner-by-the-Sea, 2016

 

Ugh!

I thought I was done writing about this in Bearded Lady. Apparently not. Yes, I'm vaguebooking. Sue me.

Texting with Marcus

HIM: You shall be forever balancing parenthood and the rest of life. And chafing against the tensions thereof.

ME: Thank God. I'm serious. And I speak as someone who gets driven nuts by a 10-year-old on the regular.

HIM: Thank Her for what? (That was just to look woke.)

ME: I've realized I will chafe against life's tensions whether they exist or not ... I seem to be that kind of person. Might as well have a little mini-me.

HIM: WAIT TIL TEEN. Yeah, that's a great attitude you have. Truly. Despite my hoo haa.

The dream

In the dream, Adam asked for a divorce. Actually, he didn't so much ask as demand. It was one of those dreams that just picks back up after you've awoken, sweaty and scared, to a breath of relief. 

For the record, this has never happened. When I've gotten pissed at him, I've used the d-word. I haven't done it for a long time.

Oh, and he'd already started dating someone else. What the?