T.: Marriage

Friday, March 26, 2010

Marriage

Lingering over dinner, with the last of the wine and the stub-end of the bread, and tissue-thin slivers of butter.

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MimMarch 27, 2010 at 1:52 PM
Lovely, the lingering!
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FoxessaMarch 28, 2010 at 5:12 PM
Is there anything more romantic, more marriage, than a wonderful dinner with wonderful wine -- and of course, wonderful music?

Yesterday, so cold ... while shopping for dinner, making dinner, eating dinner, clearing up dinner, V. and I talked about the continuity of Saturday night dinner and the radio in our marriage.

Often one or the other of us hasn't been here, of course, or both of us are away together. But dinner on Saturday night, most often wine and pasta of some kind, and the radio with jazz presented by Phil Schapp, is the essence of our marriage.

Love, C.
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T. March 28, 2010 at 5:46 PM
Foxessa, a wonderful window into your life.
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Claire BeynonMarch 28, 2010 at 6:01 PM
Aaah, T. Clear. The sweetness of this extended moment...
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