Go, Anne!!!
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I am glad Allyson made note of Polgara's mother passing. I've known since yesterday, and it felt odd not saying anything, but as I found out from her sister who doesn't post here, it seemed not my place.
If you know Polgara or Little Sister (Pawswithclaws) at all, have talked to them, probably even once, in person, you know their deep love, and admiration of, and gratitude to their mom. And she was too damned young--55. Little Sister has been in the middle of planning her (own) wedding. I am drowning in denial of the "it's not fair" and "it can't be" variety, and have been since I heard from Little Sister. When I first read her post, I kept thinking I was reading it wrong, or it was a reference to a sick joke I wasn't privy to, or something.
I met Polgara's mother when she was in town just last month -- she was (I typed she is, dammit) a lovely woman, and I'm still in shock. Poor, poor Paula and her sister.
I'm with you on the shock, ita.
I never got a chance to meet her, but it was clear from things Polgara said that she was a special person.
I'm sorry to hear that, though I've only posted with Polgara, and never got to know her mom, but I'm telling you, that thought gave me quite the shiver.
We only have right now with the people we care about, really.
(Suddenly feeling icky about killing myself for humorous and political purposes in lj.)
Oh, God Polgara. Much much much love and condolences to you and your sister. {{{{}}}}
If anyone is gathering money for a ginormous bouquet, let me know. I can't contribute much, but would like to contribute something.
{{{{Polgara and pawswithclaws}}}} I'm so very sorry.
Grrrrr. Emmett got in a tussle on the playground this morning and three bigger boys were ganging up on him.
I had dropped him off and already crossed all the way out of the school yard on the other side of the chain link fence, about to get in my car when I looked back and saw them grabbing and shoving at him and knocking his hat off (on purpose). While Emmett kicked at them.
Looked like there was a dispute about ball possession for wall ball.
Anyway, I yelled loudly enough for them to stop, then stomped all the way back onto the schoolyard, barely controlled the fist of death, yelled at the offending kids (mostly "knock it off" with a touch of menace which got their attention). Then checked in with Emmett - who was still in line to play wall ball. He mostly looked shocked and bewildered and WTF?
I hung around until the bell rang (not hovering - just back a bit to make sure nothing else happened) and then checked with him before he went into his class to see if he was okay.
You know this whole Not Pummeling Kids thing seems unduly restrictive at times.
