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Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5785.089

“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 Continue reading “Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5785.089”

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Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5785.055

“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.”

I went downstairs this morning and said to Señora, “What about fixing me some eggs for breakfast?”

She replied, “Are your arms broken?  I know you know where the skillet is.  You put it up last night after you washed the dishes.”

She went on to add, “Besides who do you think you are, the King of England, wanting eggs for breakfast. We’re not jet setters around here who can afford such luxuries.”

All of which reminded me of a story about my daughter from when she was in 5th grade:   $40 A$$

For an interesting comparison of egg prices: Price of eggs in Mexico

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Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5785.280

“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.”

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This is a picture I took of Señora gleefully experiencing a ménage-à-trois, well okay, a ménage-à-doobie, with two music icons painted on the wall of a cannabis store in Muskogee, by gawd, Oklahoma.

Of course, the person on the right is the legendary Bob Marley, the Reggae musician, famous for his advocacy of the legalization of cannabis and giant spliffs.

The cowboy hat wearing gentleman is none other than Continue reading “Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5785.280”

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Señora hates this picture

Señora hates this picture.  I have it as part of suite of pictures rotating on my desktop as backgrounds.  I will have to say though that it was shortly after they snapped this picture that the guide lost control of the raft and Señora and I ended up in the river.  I thought it great fun. Señora had a completely different opinion.

She was a trooper, or maybe just in love, when she did this, jumped out of a perfectly good airplane and went rappelling with me.  Adrenaline is good sometimes… as long as the situation is reasonably controlled.

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Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5784.264

“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.”

I was feeling a bit romantic and I told Señora, “I just love you to pieces.“

To which she replied, “Then you should love ALL the pieces.”

Oh well, I tried.  Romanticism is overrated anyway…

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Matrimonial Log – Star Date 5784.262

“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.”

Señora was telling me about her day tomorrow, saying she was going to lunch with Bettina.  She then asked me if I remembered who Bettina was.  I did not.  She then went on to describe Bettina, expounding on the details of their connection, she explained to me that Bettina is the mother-in-law of the one of the twin daughters of the woman whose is the fraternal twin of Señora‘s sister-in-law. Got all that?  Señora then added that Bettina is older than her.

Then I boldly went where no sane husband should go.  I remarked to Señora that it is hard these days to find such a person, someone older than her.

As fortune would have it, the closest thing at hand was a sofa pillow, which she sent screaming my way at wrap speed. There was no need to duck, plus it gave me a shield in case other items were to follow.

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Señora Attends Allegro 2024 Summer Camp

Just in case you are not a long time reader (tehehe) of my silly little blog, Allegro is a choral group for persons 50 and over.  Señora repeatedly tells me that she just loves being around so many talented folks.

Señora is on the first row, second from the left in the opening shot.  She is also to be seen at various points during the video.  Enjoy the music.

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Allegro “We Will Rock You” 2024 Spring Concert

Allegro, a choir for those who are 50+, is one of the two choirs that Señora is currently singing in.  Señora is the very pretty lady just to the left of the choir director, generally the second person from the left, sitting.  They filled this large church – no association other than they can use it to practice and as a performance venue – to the capacity, with more than 600 souls.

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Cicada Crunching Canine

Our little seven kilogram lap dog, Prancess Lily, has gone bonkers.  With the long rumored emergence of cicadas finally happening here in Chesterfield, by gawd, Missouri, they appear to be some sort of canine catnip, sending our beloved pet into paroxysms of delight. She alternates between playing with them like a cat with a mouse, and chowing down on them.

According to ABC Chicago:

Experts say cicadas are not toxic to dogs or cats, and don’t bite or sting. The bugs, which can be one to one-and-a-half inches long, aren’t poisonous either.

Dr. Patricia Ho, veterinarian at Kindred Veterinary, said a pet eating an occasional cicada in most cases is harmless, but the insects have a tough exoskeleton that can make digestion a challenge, especially if eaten in large quantities and for smaller pets.

“So if we’re seeing issues with eating too many, we can see some complications related to vomiting, upset stomach, diarrhea, indigestion and, worst case scenario, they can have intestinal blockages,” Dr. Ho said.

However Señora is also having her own paroxysms… not of delight, every time she realizes that Prancess Lily is partaking of this entomological treat. She either starts vocalizing voraciously at our poor petite pooch, or she runs out into the backyard to stop her from munching on what must be a tasty treat.

On the upside, we might to able to save a little on dog food, and from all the exercise Señora is getting she might lose the five pounds she has been fretting about – and from my point of view, does not need to lose.

And so it goes.

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Life is not ALL bad

The whole 16 years of our relationship, including the last 11 years of wedded bliss, Señora and I have slept in a queen size bed.  It was plenty of room for the two of us as we both like to touch at least a square centimeter or two of the other person’s skin as we sleep.

However, we both have back problems. Señora’s are logarithmically worse than mine.  We have swapped our three queen size mattresses around trying to find one that worked for our issues.  We even bought a new queen inner spring mattress shortly after I moved  back  to St. Louis from Memphis.  A year or so ago I bought a three inch mattress topper made of memory foam that was touted as being wonderful for back issues.  It worked superbly for me, not so much for Señora.  Plus it had the additional detriment of making it hard to turn over during the night.

So we started Continue reading “Life is not ALL bad”