Monday, July 20, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
"It's okay to wear two different earrings," my daughter says, as I search in vain for the match to the opal pair I got in Australia.
"Seems like I've lost one of everything I own," I tell her. "Like these earrings. Like these mugs." We sip our coffee and ponder the thought. I'm drinking from an old stoneware set, my daughter from a pretty Christmas set.
"This is such a pretty wine glass," Judi says of the delicate crystal she raises. "I like yours, too."
"Couples don't last forever," she laughs. "In any case, at our ages we don't need things. Memories will do!"
I'll drink to that. And light a candle from a once pretty pair for good measure.
"I like that Delft candlestick holder," Judi says. "Thanks," I reply. "It's from a set my mom had. I broke its mate."
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