In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
My band o' unrequited love has been lost. I've been wearing it, a Rakhi thread signifying love and protection between a brother and a sister (and i learned later that in Indian popular culture it is what you do not want someone you are falling in love with to tie on you), since 2009 August 5.
Wery proper wedding!
Positively stunning maid of honor (Steph), fortunately Cathy presented an absolutely gorgeous bride.
Old folks and little children dancing!
Fantastic Rosemary dish. Rich just had two ziti and said how fantastic it was, the rosemary and spices infusing everything
Cathy grabbed me for the first dance after the wedding party had their turn, and everyone in it was supposed to grab someone from the audience.
Trying to dance cotton-eyed joe behind Manda, Bobby and i trying to learn from her.
I went to Yom Kippur services with the old JWEC (Jewish Workshop for Education and Culture, or somesuch).
They read "John Melançon" as one of the half-dozen of the original congregation who has passed away. This means a lot to Dad. Not many things would. I felt like running home to tell him.
Reminded of the reasons why i think H may be making a pretty good choice about religion.
"I've said repeatedly that i will never resent anyone or anything for something i do... but on occasion i will resent something someone does not let me do."
Nope, can't even resent that. She's too good at communicating, even if it takes a bit sometimes.
I have so much to learn.
Reading White Oleander, by Janet Fitch. Right in the middle now. Through to the end of Chapter 17, Astrid is at Claire's. (OK, it's official, I do not remember names. I just had to look up Astrid's.) It's been too long since I've read anything not online; read anything that is not politics or technology, Drupal.
It is good. It reminds me that I am moved by words, no by narrative, as much as anything. That I am made to care about the characters.