The featured image is of my paternal grandfather, Frizzell (never sure how to spell his name, one “z”,or two, one “l” or ‘two”?) a most interesting and confusing background, Caucasian, and Indian from India —
My joy at the moment is because a real man who meets my father in the book, informed me that he has received it and he calls it “a good one”; shouldn’t make me as happy as it does. Let’s just say as things fall apart as they do, he and I have something, and I do not always know exactly what it is, but if he says it’s a good one, then I can’t help but glow.
It is a good one but for more than he may think… if I didn’t already care about him, this would be reason to. Now I will just lean back in the joy of this accomplishment.
I am so glad that these men meet, and that they like each other. He has no way of knowing what this means to me.
I have been thinking about that arrow of time a little bit, and well, wondering if I can cause that arrow to move differently, and if I had that opportunity, what would I do?
Wondering how I would make that arrow move? These men would indeed meet, and I believe that my son would be joyous… Well the first (and only, I say sadly) time my son saw me with this man, he said, “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you happy with a man.” I had been married for forty years when he said that, not the son of my ex-husband, but with a Bangladeshi sperm donor father of necessity.
Well I will not post his picture, st this time; perhaps that goes much too far, but at least I know he likes it, and knowing that is everything right now.
I will rest with this interlude of joy.