Friday, March 14, 2014
No, she doesn't smoke or drink. She's not a night owl and she doesn't have a quick wit. He was not a good Catholic who never missed mass, nor was he fascinated by her passion, genealogy.
But they both suffered through bitter divorces, and were permanently damaged by the experience. This passage, from the biography Johnny Carson by Henry Bushkin, has stayed with me since I read it four months ago because it reminds me of Rose:
"Johnny changed during the divorce proceedings, and I don't know if he ever entirely changed back … stormy moments came more frequently, and there was an overall harshness, an impatient intolerance that wasn't there before."
Rose waited a long time to marry and it ended horribly. It's left her sharp-tongued, with her temper always close to the surface. It's what Bushkin saw in Johnny, "an overall harshness" and intolerance.
As hard as it can be to be around her, I imagine that it's harder to be her. I must remember that and stay compassionate.
This one kinda hurts, since I'm not taking a spa getaway this year. For this first time since Bill Clinton was in office, I'm not escaping, all by myself, for seclusion and pampering. Instead I'm taking the
money that would go to that and putting it into my bathroom. Yea, me! I'm so mature.
|Look closely! She's in a bathrobe! I love this place.|
Then why am I so wistful?
I wish I was at Chateau Elan, a destination spa outside of Atlanta. I'd stay in one of the guest suites, right on the spa premises, so I could go days without wearing anything but a bathrobe. Of course, the grounds are beautiful -- there's a winery right there -- so when I'm not being massaged or exfoliated, when I'm not dining on gourmet fare or getting make up tips, when I'm reading and relaxing in my suite, I can go wandering. Sigh.
I've been spa-ing Hot Springs and Colonial Williamsburg, and they were beautiful, but if money is no object, Chateau Elan is the happy place I send my mind to.
Play the March Challenge along with Kwizgiver.