Ah, Billytea, I am happy for her, sad for you, sad for what might have been? If that makes any sense.

It makes perfect sense, at least in the "what I couldn't quite figure out how to say" sense.

eta: BT, I'm also insanely happy for the life you have now. But that doesn't preclude ambivalence.

bt, Kristin is wise here (wise often and in various other places as well, of course):

BT, you have every right to feel a bit weird about it, I think. I know I would. You can be happy for her and still not quite know what else you're feeling.

And this is a good safe place to feel you don't quite know what.

And now I must take Matilda away to get her ready for bed. She spent the last two hours tearing around all over the place and now she's sagging in my lap and about to drop her mango lassi (added to her love list: mango lassi and paneer; the saag, even very mild, was a little spicy for her).

BT, you have every right to feel a bit weird about it, I think. I know I would. You can be happy for her and still not quite know what else you're feeling.

Yes, this.

Argh. On another board, people are talking about the new recommendations for cholesterol drugs for kids, and there have been 20 posts so far, and every post other than mine has been along the lines of "If parents would just quit being lazy and start feeding their kids decent food, the cholesterol problems would go away." Need to punch something.

Perkins, she was visiting you, right? I know that is where your cabin is too, which is why I mentioned it. (If you'd prefer that info be private, I'm happy to delete.) Such a gorgeous place. Utterly idyllic. My favorite quirk about the island, though, is the fact that they have a ridiculous number of post offices for a tiny place. Well, that and their eccentric parades.

t hugs JZ for saying nice things about me

I am also so very happy for you and the Wallybee--I know you two are happier than you and Bec ever could have been--but I understand feeling a little odd and wistful about news like this. I really do.

She was at our place. I wasn't there though-- I probably won't make it there this summer.

So generous! I'm bummed you won't get to go there this summer, though.

t points and nods at what Kristin, Plei, JZ, etc. said, BT.

Here's what we did: Sleep till noon. Get up, eat delicious breakfast in pj's. Sit and read and drink beer. Stop for early dinner, either at home or out (depending on how much beer was consumed). Read. Go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.

This is very similar to my vacation, except with the extra 13 members of The Boy's family. (Who, to their credit, all did their own thing and let me do mine.)

(Some mornings, his dad's definition of "doing his own thing" was to go to the bakery and bring us all fresh-baked pastries. Oh dear lord yes.)

We didn't leave the island for the entire 8 days. We did, however, go through 2 cases of beer.

THIS? Is a perfect vacation.

So generous!

Not me. They rented the place.

eta: Steph, You and the Boy should do that next year!