A better day

Today marks one year since the passing of Rob, my cousin Sharon's husband of 60+ years.  In that year I've sent her a flower photo nearly every day to make sure she knew I was thinking of her.  I had no idea how she would manage widowhood after such a close and loving marriage.  I'm so proud of the way she's coped and adjusted and re-embarked on her very changed life.  I may continue the flowers, but feel I don't have to worry about her any longer.  It's a victory for her.

Today I decided that, if I didn't take my walker, it would be safe to drive to the supermarket if I could park near the entrance or cart rack.  So I went down to QFC and spent a lot of money and still managed to forget the last thing on the list.  It was nerve-wracking driving home in the dark and wet, but I feel a lot freer now.  Not sure this pumpkin cake could be considered silly, but it did catch my eye.

Roselie invited me to come and watch Marie Yovanovitch's testimony yesterday morning, but I just can't bear to watch those hearings.  During the Watergate hearings I was glued to my TV.  I'd have dinner and needlepoint while watching until the day's hearings ended.  It was a matter of such great seriousness carried out soberly and carefully, and I was proud to be part of a system of government that worked so well.  The contrast with what is going on now, the ugly circus, is unbearable, and I will just rely on reliable news summaries of what occurred.