Saturday, August 15, 2015

Celebrating 30 Ides of August

Thirty years ago today, on a day not nearly as humid, my Better Half and I married. One way or another, I've been celebrating and enjoying my luck ever since. Today, to celebrate, we're headed for dinner at the Harborview Cafe in Pepin where we'll enjoy local food surrounded by booklined shelves. The Daughter Person and the Son-In-Law will be joining us to assist in the celebration. It's been several years since we wandered down that way. Our trip then was later in the year. Here's some of what it looked like.

Lake Pepin in the Mississippi River
Lake Pepin in the Mississippi River
Photo by J. Harrington

small town Wisconsin bakery
small town Wisconsin bakery
Photo by J. Harrington

Pepin storefront
Pepin storefront
Photo by J. Harrington

window box with pansies and bee
window box with pansies and bee
Photo by J. Harrington

I'm looking forward to a pleasant trip, good food, great company and, perhaps, with luck, thirty years more of the same.

To my Better Half: Thank you for the best thirty years of my life so far.

Most Like an Arch This Marriage

By John Ciardi 

Most like an arch—an entrance which upholds   
and shores the stone-crush up the air like lace.   
Mass made idea, and idea held in place.   
A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds.

Most like an arch—two weaknesses that lean   
into a strength. Two fallings become firm.   
Two joined abeyances become a term   
naming the fact that teaches fact to mean.

Not quite that? Not much less. World as it is,   
what’s strong and separate falters. All I do   
at piling stone on stone apart from you   
is roofless around nothing. Till we kiss

I am no more than upright and unset.   
It is by falling in and in we make
the all-bearing point, for one another’s sake,   
in faultless failing, raised by our own weight. 


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