Back in My Office/Studio

I had a meeting with Lexie, head of security, and Goldie, head of publicity, and the three of us agreed it’s been fun working from the couch or loveseat these past three months. I enjoyed the break, and it slowed my work too much to continue that pattern. Time to get back to it. The Babe is going to work from home, too. It will lessen the interruptions he has while he’s working at the Post’s office for the Quartermaster. It’ll get me back on track. I need that at this point.

While being on this self-imposed break, I’ve had a lot of time to think about many things. About growing up in South Omaha, our very blue-collar neighborhood, the work ethic we had, and that most people attended a Church. It was rare to find someone who just didn’t attend. I think this had a lot to do with keeping Sunday sacred, a family day, and helped us keep better connected.

The Babe’s sister Cindy and brother-in-law Brad have instituted Sunday dinners for their family. I love this idea! They have a standing date with family. It would be impossible for our family in town. Frankie works on Sunday, and Tracy and TJ & kids are usually in extra-curricular activities. Tracy is also the one who waits until last minute to prepare for anything, so it just wouldn’t work. And that’s ok. The Babe and I love to spend the day sipping lemonade or water on the deck and patio just talking about anything and everything. It’s so nice. Simple.

So our grandkids won’t have the memories we have, with Sunday visits, summer sleep-overs, and special impromptu events. They will have different ones. As long as they have some, I’m good with that. Too many kids don’t live in the same city as their grandparents. Sad. I’m sad we don’t see Becky’s kids or Blake’s son as much as we see the others. But that is how life is now. There just isn’t enough time.

In life, the Babe is not comfortable traveling anymore. Since COVID and with his repeated cardiovascular issues because of Agent Orange, he doesn’t want to be away from home, his dogs, and his doctors. I have to respect that. Nothing is as good as your own bed, your own coffee pot, and your own routine. I love our home, and I love who I share it with.

It’s fun to see photos of everyone’s adventures on the warm beaches of Florida or Mexico during this cold February. I can live vicariously through the adventurers we know. We have a friend who has hiked both the Appalachian Trail AND the Pacific Northwest Trail. Of course, he had a double knee replacement in between the two walks. And a heart attack. I wonder if he takes many long walks now?

I’m off to take some Tylenol. The elusive temporary crown is holding well, and today it’s pretty painful. Not sure why. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. The sun is beautiful, but freezing. Make it a beautiful day. I enjoy being back in my office chair. It’s comfy. I love looking out the window again. This’ll work. See you tomorrow!


It was a beautiful wedding yesterday. My cousin and his wife could finally have the wedding for their son and his beautiful bride. COVID did not win. They married last August, with a small group, and renewed their vows to a packed house of their peers. Young people all just beginning their lives in the post-COVID world. The priest commented; “This is the largest crowd in this Church in the last year.” Wow. That comment made it all hit home for me.

Upon entering the Church, I noticed everyone wore masks. Once they were seated, masks were removed. At the sign-in table, I saw a photo that took me way back. It was a photo of Rod’s parent’s on their wedding day. In my parent’s living room. A beautiful black and white photo, it captured my aunt and uncle perfectly. They have both passed on, and I was reminded of their kindness, both as a couple, and as individuals. The memories are good. They were people who raised a fine man of a son, and doted on their grandchildren. It was a wonderful day for families.

As I sat, I was aware how much has changed in the last year. We have survived. Well, most of us have. I felt comfortable surrounded by a generation of people who were all college graduates, holding down good jobs, and beginning their adulthood. Some carried babies with them, and it was a beautiful sight. The girls were all dressed in tasteful mid-thigh dresses, looking beautiful. The boys wore everything from jackets and unmatched slacks to shirts and dress pants. It was so nice to see people dressed in their Sunday best! When have I seen a group of people dressed up? I couldn’t remember. The pandemic has taken a lot from us. Things we didn’t even realize we were missing, at least until we experience them again.

I didn’t go to the reception. Instead, I imagined all of those young people, dancing, drinking beverages, and having a grand time. People came from out of town, gathering to wish their friends well. I love the images I had from that. I thought of how proud my aunt and uncle, Andrew’s grandparents, would be. It was a wonderful daydream. COVID cannot steal our memories, or our creativity. It cannot steal love from determined young people. It cannot steal dreams. It cannot take faith from your soul. So there, COVID. You can go now.

Congratulations to the happy couple and their families. It’s a lot to undertake, and we appreciate you shared your happiness with us. It gives us hope and resolve. We will still have young men and women falling in love and merging their lives, both equally important.

The human spirit is amazing. Nothing can keep us down. While life has certainly changed, we will come back, stronger than ever. I hope you have a beautiful day today. We are having a rainy day, and the grass will take off now. We have a fundraiser this afternoon and are looking forward to it. Another day of helping make the world better. Our kind of day. Take care, becareful out there, and Be Kind. See you again tomorrow.