~ fresh out of the bathtub ~

11:43 a.m.

The arm is improved this morning. Knock on wood. I am heading for town in a few minutes; maybe a few more hours away from the computer will be a good thing too.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the last time I will be signing divorce papers. Gord and I like to tease each other that now "you" can get married again. We both deny that a second marriage is in our future. We both think, "Why bother?" Legally one has all the benefits of marriage by simply living together. Realistically marriage guarantees nothing -- not fidelity, not loyalty, not respect, not love.

So what is it for? Aside from feeding the illusory romantic ideal of finding our "one true love" and hanging the key to his/her heart around our own neck, why do people still want to get married?

Why did I watch the movie A Good Woman, based on Oscar Wilde's novel Mrs. Windermere's Fan, and totally understand Helen Hunt's character when she said that marriage had been like a windowless room she couldn't get out of (not that my marriage was like that overall, but there were moments), and yet root for the suitor who was proposing to her?

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