“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Sometimes I do good and I am not aware of it until after the fact.
I own three or four suits and probably more or less twice that number of sports coats. To be frank, I have never worn them a lot, and now that I am retired, I wear them even less. I now mostly wear them when I go to funerals or weddings. Which explains why I am frequently vaguely surprised when I put one these clothing items on, reach into the coat pocket, and discover tissues, or more likely, a travel packet of tissues there. Not being much of a crier myself, I keep them in my coat pocket for Señora, who does cry at funerals and occasionally at weddings.
Señora had a good friend pass away recently. A woman 10 or 12 years older than Señora. They had been friends for at least 20 years. This woman “mothered” Señora a bit which is a bit of a role reversal as Señora is the mothering type. Or maybe that is just how good female friends behave. This woman besides going to the same Jewish congregation as Señora, shared many of the same trials and tribulations that Señora has battled.
As we sat in the synagogue during the service I glanced over at Señora and I became aware she was crying, almost silently. I reached into my coat pocket and handed her the packet of tissues in there without even glancing at them. Instead of the thank you that I was expecting, I got back a bit of an ironical smile. This left me a bit confused until I saw the packet she was clutching in her hands. Well… it did have the effect of lightening her mood a bit.
Sometimes I do good purely by accident.
GOOD JOB
Thank you for that morning laugh.
Give Robin a hug from me. I’m sorry for her loss.