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8:23 pm

Sometimes when I go to the throne for a certain purpose I sit and imagine a home placid quiet and still.  I put up a picture in there of a perfect fairytale, the real happily ever after where dads don’t get drunk and violent, and moms act like moms never have raging splitting headaches.  I think about the old time days and I know what the word halcyon means now that I looked it up on Wikipedia.  It means a gentle way of living that happens when you marry the right person, when everybody cherishes every moment and my husband will give me flowers and never get drunk.  I think about poor Mr. Dignam who died suddenly from a stroke and that mom told dad to let that be a warning to him and she’s right too.  Love loves to love love and men with gentle ways understand the story behind it.