Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Our 58th

This is a bouquet our older daughter and family gave us for our 58th wedding anniversary.  We've had 58 years to roam about seeking new adventures as we pleased, but lately our lives--like those of so many--have some to resemble the titles of novels by Gabriel Garcia Marquez--"One Hundred Days of Solitude", "Love in the Time of Coronavirus."  Today Phil asked, "Are we going to be confined to the house for the next two years of our lives?" Thanks to the fumbling efforts of Agent Orange to "control" the virus, it looks like that may be the case.  Both of us have "underlying conditions."  He has high blood pressure, and I have IPF, a chronic lung disease. Nevertheless, it's going to be a happy anniversary.

I see that Dilly-dog managed to get into the photo.  Well, I more or less captured the bouquet. I can concentrate on only one thing at a time.