Fiftieth anniversary. I'm at a family gathering celebrating the fiftieth wedding anniversary of my parents. They've done many fine things over the years, including raising five children and getting us off to a good start in life, and they are now enjoying a busy retirement. Like anyone, they've faced unexpected challenges -- just think of the two months my father spent in intensive care and the nine months that followed before he could leave the hospital, due to a rare illness, and my mother there by the bed every single day. But their accomplishments endure, and it is a pleasure to celebrate them now. Maybe they've would agree with blog-spirited Michel Foucault about being into life's games for the long haul:

I don't feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to become someone else that you were not in the beginning. If you knew when you began a book what you would say at the end, do you think that you would have the courage to write it? What is true for writing and for a love relationship is true also for life. The game is worthwhile insofar as we don't know what will be the end. #

So, light blogging while the anniversary party continues... [0 & P]