There's been a lot going on -- eating and drinking, certainly. Life continues in its inexorable forward progress with its serene and endless round of mornings, afternoons and evenings, and events fit themselves into the flow of life as threads are woven into a piece of fabric. "The fabric of our lives . . ." For those of you who know me, Chris and I filed for divorce on January 6, after 27 years of marriage. Since then I haven't felt much like writing but I do want to get back to it. I enjoy translating my thoughts into words. I haven't found particular pleasure in exploring new recipes and new wines as we have been trying to get through the mechanics of divorce, getting the house ready for sale, looking for new places to live, and trying to keep up with work and make sure our children's lives aren't too disrupted. Even though it's being done amicably, it's still pretty damned tense at times, and we are handling it with as good grace as is possible under the circumstances.
I do not regret one minute of my marriage, just as I do not regret one minute of my life. Today is the 8th anniversary of the discovery of my dad's body after his suicide two days previously, and coincidentally it is the 11th anniversary of the violent death of the beautiful daughter of a friend of mine. Tragic events, both of them, and totally unnecessary. Life has moved on but their memories will always be with us and make us who we are today. I embrace the good and the bad, learn what I can, and hope that I am a better person for the experience. It is those who move through life without learning anything from their experiences who miss out on the wonderful tapestry of life.
Yes, I have cooked tonight. I have a glass of Fleur Pinot Noir at hand and I raise it to Bill Bibbee and Bonnie Jennifer Lowe, two beautiful people who enriched the lives of all who knew them.
I'll be back with insouciance, cooking, and lovely wines. My life goes on, and I love it.
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