While I’m on the subject, I realize that I can not only blame Burt for his illness. I can pin his death on him, too. He got sick. I adjusted. It was hard. It felt like a different kind of leaving every day. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Burt died. He left me. ThatContinue reading “Blame takes a turn”
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Blame
The subject of blame is proving an inspiration of sorts. I know that blaming Burt for his illness is [was] ridiculous. I also know that it was not an absurd reaction. I bet that if your spouse received a dementia diagnosis, you might be angry. Not just at the diagnosis but also at him/her. IContinue reading “Blame”
Blameless
Burt, due to his diagnosis, has been blameless. Lewy comes with a pass and Lewy was with us for the past five years. Leave it to me to feel that there is significance in my faulting him for the soap dishes. I had allowed for the normal irritation at a spouse who made an errantContinue reading “Blameless”
Blaming gaming
Burt brought home these metal soap dishes; they were handsome until water hit them, then they rusted. I blamed Burt for their high maintenace needs and the ugly stains their little red-blistered bottoms left behind. This morning as I moved a dish to try to clean under it, I realized that I still blame him.Continue reading “Blaming gaming”
Our story
We met at a bar called Tramps on Friday, May 3rd in 1990. There had been a phone call on Wednesday during which we had made that date. Technically, we met on May 1, 1990, I guess, but according to our Beck love lore, it’s always been May 3rd, now 35 years ago. On Friday,Continue reading “Our story”
Reminders
When I open the cabinet, there’s the espresso cups we got from drinking, sadly, bad coffee at Matto. Burt pleased me by going with me and suffering through a cup, then escorting me to the subway. I don’t remember where I was heading, but it was a lovely morning. This is pretty much the trainContinue reading “Reminders”
Burt’s watch
Burt bought himself a moderately expensive watch some twelve, 13 years ago. He was proud of how well he negotiated for his Hamilton; he loved and wore it even when it no longer kept time. [Let’s face it, by then Burt wasn’t much on keeping time. In fact, he’d lost most sense of time inContinue reading “Burt’s watch”
The Firehouse
Back in the neighborhood with the reminiscent firehouse, I am early^* for Fresh Tracks at New York LiveArts. Once again I am reminded about Burt’s encounter with the fireman all those yeats ago. ^*I went extra early with the intention of snacking and sitting at Ama Vita on W19. It’s closed on Saturdays?¿ Of course,Continue reading “The Firehouse”
No surprise
She could no longer sneak outWith him to see the world throughHis fresh eyes; one blue, one withA small cloud of the nevus, brown;Eyes, opened wide with the surpriseOf knowing she loved him, of howMuch she loved him, surprise andDelight. His delight, recognized soSuddenly, and so often, delighted Her; it was a shared delight inContinue reading “No surprise”
Midtown west
Our old stomping ground After the hard years, I get to remember and celebrate all the good years New York City Center has been restored beautifully. It’s a bright elegant spot even with all the superb theatrical venues the City sports. I have been a habituée for longer than you need to know. [Hey, itContinue reading “Midtown west”
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