And she lives on a houseboat, which makes me feel a tiny bit connected to her, having lived on a boat myself.
My marriage education began last night (in earnest). So during commerical breaks of So You Think You Can Dance, I started to read the Art of Being a Woman. The author suggests that the long mistaken notion of jealously between women is actually a form of learning and admiration. We absorb what’s most feminine in our counterparts and slowly adapt those qualities in ourselves. Or we try. Oh we try. Regardless, I like the notion. The rest of the book has been a bit June Cleavery for my taste. But today it has put me in the mood to admire, and Pia makes that easy.