"Depp v. Heard"

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.

Now that the "Depp v. Heard" trial is over in Virginia, I won't have anything to watch on TV.  And nothing else on TV is anywhere near as entertaining as this trial's been to watch...

Zowie, Batman!  I've been glued to the old telly while Johnny Depp and Amber Heard are trying to replace actual, physical, personal abuse, like they each alege against the other while married, with expensive, high-powered, well-tailored words of war from $800 an hour divorce lawyers, fired at each other back and forth with staccato bursts of vehemence.  

Jesus!  I've never seen anything like it!  Mzzz. Heard has reportedly spent (invested?) more than $6,000,000 on attorneys so far trying to sue Depp into the Stone Age, and Depp has probably spent as much further sullying Heard's good (?) name.  But I doubt he cares, if he's seeking to reclaim his "good name" in this circus, as he's put forth.  They reeeely don't like each other!  Very much!

Now then, I  have to admit that my first (starter?) marriage was somewhat less than stellar.  Ahem...  If it wasn't, it wouldn't have been my "first."  However, it allowed me to know how it should be done the next time, were there to be a next time, and what sort of woman might likely be able to meet my admittedly lofty expectations.  

And I found one.  Her name was Elaine.  It was a "Sleepless in Seattle" deal.  Literally.  That's enough.  Move along...

And I can assure you I was a bit reticent to get remarried following my first effort.  Once bitten, twice shy, doncha' know.  Yet, Elaine gave me to know I really had no choice.  I had fallen into her web and I might as well submit.

And I did.  And it resulted in nearly 40 years of wedded bliss.  Even though we chose to also be business partners, meaning we spent 24 hours a day together, almost never apart, for four decades.  And notwithstanding the occasional disagreement, mainly over bizz, we managed to run that bizz and produce four lovely daughters and travel the world and drink gallons of wine and make hundreds of friends.  Loving every single minute of it.  And were it not for the cancer that killed her, she'd be here today.  And God, were it so...

Anyway, I'd like this missive to be a love note to my Dearly Departed Elaine.  She's somewhere out there in the Ether now, quite possibly drinking margaritas and playing the slots at an Indian Casino in the Sky with her Mom and Dad, vacuuming up new friends by the dozens, and when I push 'publish,' this love letter will zoom off somewhere out there too.  Kicking around the Cosmos like a BB in a boxcar.  Zinging around until it finds her.  And I'm betting she'll be on the lookout...

So to all those who might be a bit offput by this trial and the awfulness some marriages produce, mine sure didn't.  And I know dozens of married couples who are happy as a saltwater clam.  As least I think they're happy.    

As for me, I'll have to find something else to watch now that this mess has gone to the jury.  I sure can't watch the news, 'cause we know by now what the news will be.  Bad.  And the outlook for tomorrow?  Bad.  For at least the next couple of years at least.  So I'll have to watch the rodeos, or maybe the Smithsonian Channel and learn all about the House of Windsor, because now I'm lost!  

As many of you know, I've lived a life straight out of the Hallmark Channel for the last few years, without all the kissing of course, and I'm looking for a change of pace.  To all you Patriots out there, got any suggestions?