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Not many pictures as of now to post. Exhausted. Relieved. One down, three more to go.

Three sisters and a friend. The bride and her maids.
Hindu bride in her first saree.


Hair.


Second saree presented by the groom along with a gold necklace called Thali. The red dot on her forehead and the necklace are the symbols of a married woman.


I didn't know what was happening and what anything meant. I just did what I was asked to do. It was a brand new experience with another religion.

I asked my other daughters not to marry a Hindu nor go with any rituals. I can not handle those. One was more than enough.

But never say never. I am a mother. I will do anything for them if that is what they want.


Giving away the bride.

But the topic is a sensitive one for me and I'm not ready to spill my blood and guts on these pages just yet so here's a little something I whipped up in the meantime.

how about renewing the relationship? Remarrying/reattaching with the same person? Who hasn't heard of this intriguing life maneuver, and perhaps even considered it for themselves? Spend a little time here and elsewhere on the dating scenes, and up pop incentives a plenty. And the miracles of tincture of time and experience can have much to recommend them. In my case, the mom of our twins and I now have a wonderful friendship, a decade after separating, that seems to get better all the time. To be sure, we still can push each other's buttons, and with her being brighter than I am, it often leaves me in a man huff, in the man cave. Bravo gets to watch it all. I hate his knowing doggy smile at these times. But the bad memories must fight it out with the good. WOW!

Those that read my blogs may remember that I'm dealing with aging parents. Dad with alzheimers is in a physical therapy rehab, Mom goes three times a week to her physical therapy appointments for her dislocated shoulder and back. Dad is late eighties Mom early eighties. Both are very frail. I'm watching Dad change from a proud Godfather dictator of this Italian family into a pathetic reflection of a "no-one" who can sit in a wheelchair, stair at a wall and be content. It hurts the heart deeply. He is different every day but the latest consensus is he has grown comfortable in the facility and is NOT trying to get stronger to come home, all he wants to do is sleep. A big part of me wishes he would pass peacefully in his sleep but he has good insurance so the doctors will keep him alive like a vegatable.

My very pretty friend in her sixties was diagnosed with Lukemia about 4 weeks ago but she passed last night. Holy smoken shit, that's a harsh toke. So damn fast. A couple of us girlfriends have agreed although too soon this is a blessing in disguise to go so quickly rather than suffer the indignities of trying to cure Lukemia. It too can be a brutal disease.

Here one minute, gone the next. You never know

I'm not referring to a goiter, a urinary tract infection or herpes flare-up. No, I'm talking about the craving I have for a smoke. I average a couple of cigarettes a week or so and I'm currently about 10 days without one but the craving won't die. Maybe the problem is the triggers.

Every cup of coffee, every meal, every midget porn video. The point is that it's hard for me.....like trying get past the 5 minute mark of a Trump speech.

I think I'd have an easier time with sticking my leg in a wood-chipper, having my face torn off and eaten by a wolverine, or plucking my Persian neighbor's back hair.

I know. I know...there's nicotine gum and e-cigs but if I didn't have this to b*tch about, what's left? Politics I suppose, but aren't there already enough a-holes doing that?

I think I need a smoke....

She's perfect, on so many levels. And still pretty, in our age group. We separated over parenting prerogatives, but have become best of friends. Doing some car work for her today, and she watches Bravo while I travel. Other examples of mutual help. But we still struggle with pushing each other's buttons. While taking her to work today, so I could use her car for the maintenance, she forgot her computer at her home. On the way to the auto parts store, she called me, in a minor panic, asking for me to go to her place to get it for her. In her describing where in the house it was, I asked a few times exactly where, just to be sure. Several machines laying about---Goddess forbid bringing in the wrong one. I know her work is stressful, and perhaps this prompted the bark on the third asking. In the past, this might (certainly would) have had me return fire, saturating and for effect, but I didn't, struggling with the impulse to do so. This week, I tried to invite her and the girls to watch a concert by an itinerant lady Classical guitar duo from the PRC. Exam time precluded the girls' coming, but Mom texted her interest in just we two going. I declined, lame excuse beaming. So there. A shot at both feet?

I'm disenchanted with America's favorite pastime. No, not baseball. I'm talking about meddling. If it's not Iraq, it's Iran. If it's not Libya, It's Yemen. If it's not Chile, it's Venezuela. And so it goes...

I'm thinking of changing my Facebook status to un-american. I side with Russia in regard to violations of the so-called Monroe Doctrine. What a crock of sh*t!

Sammie is not my favorite uncle anymore!

In fact, I think "Uncle Sam" is a F'n pervert...and always was.


F'k you, Sammie! I'm following in Trump's footsteps as in we're not paying-in one damned dime (in taxes) toward your depraved, carnalistic...
*Briinngggg*

Eh, I got a phone call from Trump's lawyer saying that I'm being sued.

I got an early Mother's Day surprise from my son and his family as they came up this weekend to see me and the folks. I took us all out to breakfast before going to see Dad in rehab.

The family of four sitting at the table next to us was a Mom, Dad and 2 beasties all four of them with their noses in their phones. I set my phone in the middle of the table and told my gang to do the same. I said whoever touches their phone first gets the bill. At the end of the meal I reached for my phone (I knew I was paying) so my son points and says you get the bill Mom. I just smiled. We all talked to each other throughout the whole meal. Anyone sitting at the table my son sits always gets to belly laugh because he has the family comic genes. He is simply hilarious and his son fits right in.

It is pretty cool to see how much my grandson grows between visits. At the age of ten kids just have growing spurts and I get to notice it so much more now that I rarely see him compared to before I moved to Tampa.

It seems no matter where I'm at or where I look someone has their nose buried in their phone.

That's not a joke.

There may be former English kings, queens, princes & princesses rolling over in their graves right now.

They couldn't think of a better name than Archie ?

Will he eventually marry an Edith ? and nickname his son-in-law 'Meathead' ?

Will his favorite sayings include......"dummy up" ?

Was Bozo taken ?

another opens. Old AA saying. And it's so often true. Was never as close to my 5 sibs as I admired in other families, such as many Irish ones. Even invited as non family guest to many of the bacchanalian large family reunions of the latter, and had fun watching the many fights, then the teary make ups, amid the profound signs of love. Always left a little envious. But now that both of our folks have left us, and left me managing their estate, have been sending updates of my progress on this job to all, and we are becoming closer, and more in touch. Odd how this works. Grateful.