Fork in the eye... er road.

I am so glad to not be backed into a corner by the decisions of my past. Sometimes it's so easy to look at something in the here and now, and make the easy decision of the moment, not realizing how your path can be forever altered by choices so seemingly insignificant. Choices that lead you down roads you'd rather not go, but are unable to escape from. Choices that have far reaching consequences you could have never imagined. These are the little absurdities of life. Sometimes the things we choose set us down a course of unimagined reward and pleasure. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes we only figure out what we've done when it's far too late. The thing that scares me most is making choices now that will tie my hands in the future, force me to deal with something I'm not really prepared for.

Mary's funeral was today. Sad to see a family brought together by loss. Joyous to see a family brought together by loss. Elmer was his sweet old self... that man has a heart like butter. After 63 years of marriage, to lose a life partner is an unimaginable thing, and yet I was so aware today that chances are that one day Gavan or I will be the one sitting there mourning the other.... it seems unfathomable, and yet I am all too aware that we are not promised long life. My dad's funeral was 22 years ago today. (Happy Birthday Chantelle!)

Tuesday night coffee was postponed until tonight. Discussion consisted of the usual, but some opinions were tossed around of Dr. Laura's The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands. Ok, so the opinions being tossed around were mostly mine, but still. I ran this book by my own resident expert on all things husbandish, and he interestingly enough agreed with several of the points made, but completely differed on many others. I think it's possible he may be just a wee bit more complex then the sex-starved, mama's boys the book is written about. Or maybe not... perhaps we're all just kidding ourselves and man's desires basically come down to nothing more than satisfaction of their primal urges with an overdose of ego- stroking thrown in. Time will tell.