Channel Your Inner Jess

Here's a photo of you pushing me into the pool on your wedding day. One-handed, and look at that smug smile. I maintain that I wanted to be pushed. I just didn't have the guts to dive in, as you did. I think we all knew we'd end up in that pool the moment we saw it at your reception. Oh, and here's Bob. Freakin' first one in.

Speaking of trendsetting, I was thinking about how you can wear a belt buckle. I mean really own the belt buckle like you were born wearing one, like some women are with scarves or lipstick. There's that story I've heard you tell about some rockstar lady named Josie that you met at a wedding or party somewhere a few years back. She made an impression on you because she was confident and fabulous in her jeans and her belt buckle. And after you met her, you started wearing your belt buckle proudly, calling it "channeling your inner Josie." It always struck me as funny because, at the same time, so many of us, in times of getting our shit together or otherwise needing to be fabulous, we were channeling our inner Jess. I guess that's what we all need to do right now. Channel our inner Jesses.

You know, by the way, that Grandma's cottage is available to you and Mark if it's easier to be Eugene City Mice rather than Country Mice at any point during this treatment and recovery process. The house is a little funky, but it has cable and a washer and dryer and the neighbors are pretty decent. You can walk to Corno or to campus to take in some nature poetry readings (close eyes, nod serenely, mmmmmmm). Grandma says stay as long as you want.
Love, Jamie