The Triplex Triumvirate is complete once again. Rachel and
Ruth were away for several weeks and now they’re back. The house wasn’t the
same without them.
I missed Rachel’s smile and sense of humor, so balanced and
generous. (Her generosity is one thing that isn't balanced. She gives much more
than she receives.) I missed Ruth’s practical nature, regularly cleaning out the
refrigerator when we let food go too long. I missed the mountain of bobby pins
that Rachel would take from her hair at night and Ruth’s sweet, “Excuse me” as we
shared the mirror in the morning while getting ready. I missed the towel on the
floor outside their bedroom door and Rachel’s guitar standing by the piano.
Angie and I have been two lost souls drifting around the
house like ghosts. We haven’t been home and awake at the same time in the last
few weeks—me working late and she working early. Last Thursday we managed to
slip away and have dinner in town which was a rare treat.
Now the girls are back and things will return to a form of
normal. “Normal” seems to change pretty frequently and usually permanently. But
we’re together, and for now that’s just what I wish.