A few thoughts on the day

This is the last day of Lupercalia—AKA Valentine’s Day, AKA Hallmark and Hershey’s Mondo Profits Day, AKA Feel-bad-if-you're-single Day.

This Saint Valentine dude—next to nada is actually, fer reals known about him. Fuck’s sake, he died in the second century—it’s not as though neat, clear, tidy records remain from that blasted time. V Man's linkage to hearts, flowers, chocolates and LOVE is the stuff of myth, fairy tale and the early christian habit of repurposing pagan celebrations to attract and gull the rubes.

I totes dig all the chocolates but let's refrain from viewing this day as much more than an excuse to enrich big biz.

Yes...I'm all humbuggy and shit.
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What the everlovin’ fuck is Galentine’s Day? At first I thought it was what unhappy, date-free women (who happen to be suckers for corporate America’s spend-spend-spend pressures) were now calling V Day.  Yep and nope—G Day happens the day before—February 13th. It began out of some teevee show (not unlike Festivus) and is meant to be a celebration of friendships between lady-parts friends.

Cosmo—that collection of ads for expensive MUST HAVE fashion shit, fleshed out with stray articles, the odd short fiction and yur-doing-female-wrong guilt trip columns—‘helpfully’ tells me how I should’ve celebrated the 13th (waffle brunch and/or wine and cheese happy hour). The mag also noted the goodies I should’ve ‘showered’ on Jen (Champagne Toast 3-Wick Candles, The Milk Bar Sampler and 60 dollar sweatshirts). WHEW! What would I do without Cosmo telling me how to be a proper signora and correctly spend my hard earned buckos!

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Here’s something I’ve been thinking about, now that my recovery’s kicked up a notch or three—I would not be as improved as I am without Ten’s ultra-patient thorough care. He made/makes it possible for me to slow down, not impatiently rush to get back to abby-normal (thus damaging my banjaxed bod more). He’s waited on me hand and foot, helped me bathe and dress (which I can do for myself now, thenkyewveddymuch), brought me breakfast in bed daily and so much more. I’m now able to routinely walk around the house with the walker but no brace and I can go up and down the stairs sans brace. It's because of Ten—his love, support and fussing. I’ve been able to live at home (versus a nursing home) and rehab at a decent, appropriate pace (WITH Nurse Coco at my side) because of him.

Also too and FYI—not only is Ten a saint, he's a hot-as-all-hell saint.
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On Saturday Ten and Jen took me for another 225 foot walk along the seawall. Yea! I wish I could go for another ramble, without the brace, today but temps dropped, snow fell and ice is lurking under every surface. It's beautiful but DAMN, no outdoor time for me on this Valentine's Day.