Well, the Janecek opera last night, The Markopolos Case, was amazing. I was the only one who felt so. My husband, son and his wife were not riveted. It's dark and brooding, and has some big philosophical ideas stirring around. I like that. The music was sublime and the soprano was the whole show. I like that.
It took some of the sting out of my college team losing and the residual effects of seeing the movie Inside Job. Today is another glorious fall day, and I'm going to brunch at a friend's. And seeing an old friend of hers who is visiting.
My husband is having such back problems, and I feel so helpless. He's frustrated as only a man who's been super healthy all his life can be. He sees himself in pain for the rest of his life. He can't get past what is so right now, yet, in this case, some distracting thinking could remind him things change. I haven't experienced the pain he is, unless I count childbirth, and that has an end that helps you through to the other side. I'm his witness, and his sounding board, but I can't physically ease him.
So there is this balance in my body right now - somebody I love is suffering, but I myself am fine. How to be grateful for my own good day, without being insensitive to my partner, who is having a very bad day. Ah, the challenges of marriage!
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