Rob and Me

Touring the Facility and Picking Up Slack


On training weekends yoga absorbs me utterly. This last weekend proved less difficult than the first when I was certain I had a mouth too full to chew or swallow. I held my own. I have yet to wuss out on a practice ( and yes, I know how un-yoga that sounds) and I earned a couple of nods from the instructor. I found earth and grounded.

But it’s intense and in that way of things when everyone around you is just as keen, clever and chasing it down. By Sunday evening I’d flexed, extended, contracted and expanded every inch of myself. I near aced the Sunday quiz, acquired a wicked looking bruise which tattooed my right kneecap and I was dreaming about yoga poses in Sanskrit. Sanskrit. As if my dreams needed to be kicked up a notch.

And what was happening on the home front while I was away for nine-hour days? Rob was happening. He happened all over the place. The kitchen and dining room were cleaned. Laundry? Done, folded and put away. He had a fresh tea waiting for me every evening when he and Dee picked me up and supper? Home cooked and ready as soon as we got home.

In the old days, I would have wondered what I had done to deserve him, but I have come around to the idea that we are not rewarded or denied by the powers that be. This is simply life as Rob and I have jointly agreed to live it. According to Ariel Gore, only 30% of happiness in life is circumstantial – which is where you live, socio-economic level, married/single etc., and anywhere from 20 to 40% of happiness is based on choosing it.

I know I have talked about choosing before. No need to repeat myself.

The last discussion of the day on Sunday came round to karma. Karma is not about reward and punishment. There is no payback, good or ill. The idea is more about consciousness of action and taking care not to imprint “karma” or your “soul” in a manner that will affect it negatively now, in the near future or another life. Fascinating.

What’s the latter have to do with the former. Absolutely nothing – probably. Have a great day:)

Three Years


The blog is slow of late. My own fault for neglecting it. Write it and they will come; stop and they go away.

Consequently, a lot of old posts are coming up in my stats. I found this one that I wrote on the year anniversary of Rob and I meeting for the first time in Idaho Falls. It reminded me that in about two weeks, the third anniversary of our cyber meeting will be upon us.

Three years is not a long time in most people’s estimation unless you happen to be just three years old, in which case it is a lifetime.

Rob and Me Stuff


Oh and maybe some widowhood. Rob and me tend to get caught up in that death, grief and rebuilding thing from time to time. Getting back to the memoir – among other things – has brought it to forefront again.

But the impetus behind our story ending up over at DoubleXX began with the idea some people have that marriage changes a person. Which I won’t dispute because living life does, should really, change us and hopefully in a positive way. But Emma Gilbey Keller writes an on-going series for doubleX about women and how issues affect, direct and sometimes redirect their lives. She asked readers if they had changed for marriage. Actively changed something about themselves in order to make a union work, and I responded. She countered with a request.

Would I write about being widowed and falling in love again?

And naturally I said, yes, I’d love to.

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You can read the article at doubleX right now. In fact, I’d be honored if you would.