Lunch with Donna

In Memory of her father, Frank McLaughlin

I gave Donna a sympathy card on her father’s passing away which reads Nothing Loved Is Ever Lost. She had a doctor’s appointment today after which we went to lunch in an unfamiliar suburb. During a walk before going home we found a museum devoted to the American Revolutionary War. It was the house of a soldier that died during the first shots of the Revolutionary. The garden was fairly beautiful and there are outdoor guided tours during the week- in fact the house itself looks empty, so we gained as much as anyone would. Donna’s father was the prinicpal of Pleasant Point High School in New Jersey and she likes anything to do with the American Revolution here in Boston and near Harvard University. The church library where she worked before Co-Vid 19 in fact had a window to an adjoing graveyard where John Hancock, John Adams, Paul Revere and James Otis were buried. Since her father passed way this week, the musuem after hours provided a meditaive place for seenity that combines with the curiousity which life itself affords, ie. the wonder of prayer. In that way the afternoon, despite being a romantic date, was spent in the memory of her father.

The above is a photo of Donna's father from the Point Pleasant Beach Highschool year book from when Donna was attending highschool at nearby Tom's River High School, North, both on the New Jersey Shore.

I’m fifty nine years old today

The computer needed to be recharged when the storm first began, so please allow whatever photos I could get. The rainbow was huge, spanning from the Mystic River Bridge and the Bunker Hill Monument to the Prudential and John Hancok. I'm fifty nine today. She's having scallops again and I'm wearing the new shirt she gave me.

The thought that counts; our tenth anniversary.

I am hoping not to bother Kate Middleton about copyrighted material, but my reasoning was that magazine covers appear liberally on EBAY. This month we celebrated our tenth anniversary of living together. The royal couple were married near to that time and were still in the media as newlyweds. I picked up the magazine while she was looking at dresses. Actually, I brought her home some house plants for the week of the anniversary in addition to quietly supervising some of her earlier fashion excursions. Ten years ago were were caught in a thunder and lighning storm and needed a taxi on our first date. Virtually, I moved in that night. Eerily, this June it has happenned twice that we were caught iin the thunder and lightning. Thank you Donna for ten years of living together. (She asked me to write down that she has dieted down to her goal of 144 lbs, so I shall.) Again, I am thrilled that we have been together this long, but am reluctant to use a famous persons likeness without some type of disclaimer that I am not published in the magazine and am not enrolled in anytype of journalism course at any University. If it is upsetting to anyone, for now, leave a comment and we’ll go with the consensus. It happenned to be what we were doing on that day- we happenned to combine the anniversary with a later birthday party.

Donna as Boston reopens

We went to lunch again, its SPRING. This time on the other side of the Longfellow Bridge.

Donna as Harvard Square reopens

During Christmas and New Year, Donna and I spent from a thousand to fifteen hundread dollars on food delivery in light of her having been sick, including with COVID. Particulalry baked scallops (I pronounced them scollops). The beginning of Spring has brought us out to restaurants again.