No, Cindy, I didn't call. But it sounds like you had a crazed panicky too-much-happening sort of day already, without trying to sandwich a visit with an out-of-towner in among the red allergic child and the clinic staff-murdering impulses and all. Oh, you poor thing. And I'm so glad that Christopher, who is okay, is okay. But neither of you should have to have gone through that.
ION, I apparently continue to be vibe-y. I was scheduled to meet with JonB and FAQ Wife for lunch today in Harvard Square. I got there first and was puttering around the giant international newsstand when JonB showed up. There was greeting and hugging and happy chatting while we awaited FAQ Wife.
Whom I spotted first, crossing the street from the direction of the Curious George bookstore. I raised a hand in greeting, but she gave me a blank bloodless stare.
Oh, crap,
I thought,
something seriously evil must have happened at work this morning.
As she drew nearer, the blank stare clarified itself into a death glare that could have felled armies. "Um, hi, honey?" Jon said uncertainly.
She tasered him with her eyeballs, trained her death-ray on me -- and then melted into a puddle of big-eyed shocked relief. "JZ! JZ! OMGWTF you look so different!" And then confessed that due to my extremely different haircut she'd had no idea that I was me, and had assumed that some random harpy was hitting on her thereminist.
We then had a totally delightful lunch, with talk of people's respective families and stories about The Decemberists and Thanksgiving plans and the family politics of eloping and Emmett stories -- but I must say, if any random harpies are planning to put any moves on Jon, they'd best not expect to long survive the effort. I am all respectful admiration (except for the part of me that is all concern about my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker).
Want to go play with animals at the Wild Animal Park.
You're not thinking of throwing that client to the lions are you?
billytea, I suspect the actuarial student is, in a way, following your good example with respect to Bec.
I think it's a fair question. And one you can answer quite honestly and well, I am sure.
Oh yes. I think it's a fair question even if she's just concerned for herself. But she also has some moral standards in this area, and that's very appealing to me.
The answer's an easy one, of course. We gave relationship counselling a good shot, and it was clear it wasn't going to recover; when I came home Bec stayed in Philly; and it's now been nine months and we're both in different places now. But I like the way she asked.
I have to call the client from hell. Don't wanna. Want to go play with animals at the Wild Animal Park.
Me too! Because I am conscious.
my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker
Tag change! Tag change!
As she drew nearer, the blank stare clarified itself into a death glare that could have felled armies.
I have to confess, I like that FAQ wife has a death glare. And a readiness to see off the groupies.
Death Glares are dead sexy.
You're not thinking of throwing that client to the lions are you?
Well I wasn't
before...
Me too! Because I am conscious.
We're meeting in about half an hour. Wanna come with?
except for the part of me that is all concern about my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker
Hah! I'm highly entertained by the reputation.
my own growing reputation on the Eastern Seaboard as an omnisexual homewrecker
Wear it proudly.
Oh lands, yes. Maybe on a T-shirt.
Is it childish not to send your ex-husband a quick "happy birthday" email?
A couple of days ago he sent me an email saying, "I'm sorry to hear about the new lesion. If I can do anything, let me know." And I was sorely tempted to reply, "Well, you could have started by not divorcing me."
