Happy Thanksgiving!

What a great year!  Austin Son married his sweetie, Minnesota Son's new knees have enabled him to ditch the scooter, Daughter's getting accolades at work, Husband is holding steady health-wise, and Fiorella has a publisher for her romance novel. To top it off, Sonia Dog has responded beautifully to her socialization training.

And Fiorella is grateful.

For Better or Worse

Has Fiorella told you about the phone system Husband rigged up between the downstairs guest room, where Fio is now residing,  and the upstairs master bedroom, where he sleeps?  And not only did he set it up, but also has answered each and very one of Fio's calls for help in the middle of the night.

Thank you, Husband.

Felicitations and Congratulations

Daughter is married. It was a different wedding than Fiorella's was. Daughter and Son-in-Law weren't married in a church, or her home town, or even her home state, but in a Colorado ski lodge belonging to a friend of theirs. None of his family or hers were present.

The circumstances were not as Fiorella had imagined for Daughter, but the important thing is that she and her new husband love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives together.

Now for the party.

Rosebeds

Traditional marriage was no bed of roses. Couples married in the first throes of lust, discovered they'd married real people, and, for the most part, made the best of it, getting to know their spouses as human beings rather than plastic figures on top of a wedding cake. It was a matter of commitment, of fulfilling a vow. Sometimes it took a lot of work.

Then came the sexual revolution, with women becoming as sexually active as men, sometimes moreso. And, with sex so easily available, who wanted marriage anymore? After all, there might be someone even better around the corner.

We're gonna end up with a bunch of old people with no partners. Turning forty all alone is no fun.