Yesterday, Gary and I actually got cleaned up and left the house to go somewhere other than the beach—we went to LaScala Fire in NJ to celebrate the engagement of my cousin Danny to his beautiful girlfriend, Ally.
It was incredibly enjoyable. Good food and good people.
Of course everyone asked us about our kids and what they were up to and we went into our usual proud parents routine—Eric just came back from a six week European tour and Julie is currently vacationing in Paris and Ireland.
What I didn’t say was how much I miss them and the ache I feel that they’re not with me at this party.
I am so sad but I guess that comes with getting older.
Today is another day and I will be happy.
We have a fun week planned…more time at the beach, some work around the house which we’re actually doing regularly now like normal people, and a trip to the Italian Market to get some goodies and catch up with an old friend who has a record and book store there. Good food, records, books and the beach? Yeah, life could be worse, I guess.
I just wish I could get over how hurt I feel about all the missed special occasions and my birthday. But I’m working on it 😎
Realistically, I’m also really upset that they haven’t arrested Donald and his fellow insurrectionists in Congress and the Senate. So that’s really adding to my depression, too. I fucking hate Trump supporters, Republicans, and evangelicals. They’re all batshit crazy.
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