Meri's Musings

I've been writing a bunch recently, and for some reason I started thinking  about my former husband's sister Randi and her fridge magnet. It said Even if the marriage wasn't magic, the divorce can be. It sported the logo of Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo, in the French Quarter of New Orleans, at least I think it did.  I remember it was from a place right near  the Cathedral and Marie Laveau's fits the bill. Since my sister-in-law  never had anything nice to say about her ex, in fact didn't say anything about him at all, I wondered how much help the magnet was in making her divorce magic. I don't know if she tried any other self-help remedies. Now, lest you think of sticking some mean thought pins into an effigy of your former beloved, I've checked and all their voodoo dolls are meant for good purposes. Apparently, you'll have to go elsewhere if you're inclined toward the...

If things were different,  this would be a day for celebration. A 30th anniversary.  But it's just another day in a string of days since things are just the way they are. I've constructed the narrative,  can tell you the little "why" that explains what caused me to  draw the line,  the story behind  his choices. I've even concocted a plausible answer to "How could I  have been so stupid?" I still don't grasp the cosmic Why. Did I need to emerge from his shadow for my creativity to flourish and find its full  expression? Did I need to cease being, in his words, "the perfect wife" in order to be perfectly myself? Or is the Cosmic Why, like our marriage, about him and making him happy? Letting him be the star. . .  Perhaps cosmic answers create themselves by the choices we make. Perhaps there ARE no cosmic answers. As for me, I'll be making Mango Margaritas for book club tonight. Let's raise a glass to loving ...