My husband is the envy of many men. I wish I could say that it's because he has such a stunning and amazing wife but sadly, it is not. It's because of his garage. The Garage Mahal, as it is fondly known around here. It has as many bays as some professional garages and I'm not kidding. At this moment he has three cars (all project cars), a giant boat, two freezers, one refrigerator, tools and implements and things too various to mention, and all of the things you see in that picture. Golf cart, Go Kart, two lawnmowers. Today he needed space to work on a car he recently bought that he plans to drive to Tennessee so he had to move all of those smaller riding things out in order to move the car in. When I went outside to clean the hen house this morning, the sight of all of those...things? made me laugh and so I took their picture.
Here's another picture I took.
It was inevitable. Jessie and Lily have been so thoughtful about offering not to come out or let the children be around us but I just can't say no when it comes to being in their presence. When I went over and stayed with Lily's children last week for a little while, Maggie was just coming down with it and Lily had warned me and said that if I didn't want to be exposed she could try and get off work early but I told her, "Nah, I just won't get too close to them," and then of course I snuggled up with Maggie in the bed and read her a book. I cannot keep my distance from them and if they want to snuggle, well, we will snuggle.
So I was asking for it and here we are.
I've made a huge, huge pot of turkey soup today. Hell, I even bought a turkey breast yesterday at Publix for it because when I boiled the carcass from Thanksgiving, I realized it had hardly any meat on the bones. So I cooked the breast and added the broth from the skeleton and it's now a nice soup with celery and onions and garlic and tomatoes and green beans and corn and greens from the garden. Also juice from one of Jessie and Vergil's giant Meyer's lemon-like citrus fruits. I just added a few handfuls of brown rice and we're going to have that for supper because there will still be a goodly plenty to send up to Tennessee. Tomorrow I will make the soul-sustaining cookies I always send him off with and yes, a loaf of sourdough.
And this woman definitely has a story to tell. As she says in the interview, "Everyone's experience is unique," and that is true. The details of every molestation are different but there are truths at the heart of all of them and as I've listened today, I have pondered that and as always when I hear a survivor's story, I am able to see my own story through a sharper lens. And one of the most important aspects of this woman's story is that secrets are what allow these things to happen and that secrets are what prevent healing.
This life is something, isn't it?