Often, it's hard to appreciate your actual path. Doesn't it sometimes feel like you're on your path but longing for the parallel one that appears so much more beautiful or mysterious (other people's lives on social media, anyone?) Or what about the path that veers off completely from the main artery and leads to...who knows where? The great unknown is what makes it so appealing. When your current life feels utterly predictable (or worse), everybody's path look so much better than yours.
A potential shooter, curtains and my early morning habits disrupted
But as I reread the emergency alert, I wish for one half of one second that we had curtains. And I hesitate to even write that because Dr Marry will use that sentence against me for the rest of our lives together. But it's true.
Dr Marry, by any other name, would be as sweet…
Over the course of writing this blog, a number of people have queried as to why I refer to my beloved spouse as Dr Marry. Let the querying be put to rest. Quite simply, I call him Dr Marry in honor of Jane Austen. I present these examples of what I speak: “Mr Bennet, Mr Bennet, good news! Netherfield Park is let at last!” Mrs Bennet, Pride and Prejudice “Anne found an unexpected interest here. She felt its application to herself, felt it in a nervous thrill all over her, and at the same moment that her eyes instinctively glanced towards the distant table, Captain Wentworth’s pen ceased to move,…