The best thing that ever happened to me. Ever. And a part of me says to move on. But a bigger, more stubborn, maybe obstinate, part says, “Not Happening”. I’m anchored in the gifts I got and the gift that keeps on giving to me. Our twentieth anniversary today.
August 1 is also Lammas, or Lughnasadh, the cross quarter celebration between summer solstice and autumnal equinox. It is the first, of three, harvest festival.
I am increasingly invested in the form of celebrating what we have every 6-1/2 weeks. I would extend that to apreciating what we had, and how that shapes our path.
One thing it is here is hot. Thermometer is forecast to reach 102F on Wednesday and a heat index of 115F. But apparently that is OK. Something called Wet Bulb Temperature was only 90F. Humans are OK until about, about, 95F wet bulb. What a relief.
Fortunately I’ve been able to find sustenance. Fried catfish over soul fried rice at Fat Jaw, and sausage gravy and biscuit with a bacon stuffed hush puppy at Flyway Brewing.
And Taqueria Karina Cafe. Low rent, real deal Mexican. I’ve developed a dependency for chilaquiles.
And solely for family members… tell Mom I found the headquarters for Heifer International.
The Journey 
Thinking of you on your anniversary – 20 years.
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Janelle was truly special. ❤️
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