Gud, I'm hoping that one day you'll be able to recognize what a wonderful and caring person you are and allow yourself the rest, love, and free time that you deserve. Right now your home sounds more like a prison of neverending chores than a home. It shouldn't be like this, and you deserve better. Nobody has to work 24/7 on their homes.

Steph, all kinds of health~ma for that fiance.

Yay, Dylan!

OTOH, the modern/social justice Seder plate is already hella crowded - alongside the traditional elements we add the orange (feminism), tomato (farmworkers/modern slavery), and potato (hunger/poverty).

Oh, I didn't know about the tomato and the potato! Here I also add an olive, for peace.

I don't really think that missing out on future trips with JZ (that would now be financially feasible) falls in the "diamond shoes too tight" category. If you were complaining about how international first class offered only your second-favorite caviar and your third-favorite champagne, then you'd be in that category, and we would mock.

What Teppy said. "Damn it, I can now afford to do wonderful things for my family, but my wife died before we could do the travelling we'd dreamed about and could also finally afford." is not at all diamond shoes. Unless we're talking about sharp, pointy diamonds inside your shoes that poke you every time you take a step.

--What Steph and Plei said about your shoes.

Aa a tiny favor to a friend, wherever Jacqueline's desk winds up, would you try to hang her Turniphead picture above it. The combination seemed so delightful in the photo she shared.

The plans for the attic all sound wonderful. The Librarianologist FB group has some wonderful photos of snugs people have created in porches and attics and under-stairs, as well as some sweeping modern and upscale spaces that bear no relation to snugs at all. But the pictures are nice.

The seder symbolism is wonderful. Thanks for sharing that. And congratulations to Dylan, and to his parents for their influence and support.

I don't really think that missing out on future trips with JZ (that would now be financially feasible) falls in the "diamond shoes too tight" category.

--What Steph and Plei said about your shoes.

I've been thinking about it and it's almost like a monkey's paw wish.
"I wish we'd have enough money to travel without fretting about it."
::monkey finger curls up....ironically. [that would be narrative irony, not the rhetorical kind]::

As a tiny favor to a friend, wherever Jacqueline's desk winds up, would you try to hang her Turniphead picture above it. The combination seemed so delightful in the photo she shared.

Easily done! I was tagging you on a FB post today and under my breath muttering "Bevdog!"

Yeah, Hec, even I, who envy every one and wish I were doing something else, like, always, Can't quite get it up for "damn, I wish I had a root and a partner whose painful absence, way too soon, tears my heart up." Although I do think you're lucky that you found your one--kind of thinking that I won't, but that doesn't make me feel good that the Universe said "Psych!" in such a horrifying way. I don't blame you for having pangs about it. Even if I do have to invite people to stuff I'd(Almost) rather hide out than go to myself. Which makes me feel guilty and it's a whole thing. Sigh.

Gud that doesn’t seem like an equal share. Maybe consider your daughter’s words from recently, about how she sees your relationship with your wife?

Gud, I'm hoping that one day you'll be able to recognize what a wonderful and caring person you are and allow yourself the rest, love, and free time that you deserve. Right now your home sounds more like a prison of neverending chores than a home. It shouldn't be like this, and you deserve better. Nobody has to work 24/7 on their homes.

Yes to both of these comments.

What Teppy said. "Damn it, I can now afford to do wonderful things for my family, but my wife died before we could do the travelling we'd dreamed about and could also finally afford." is not at all diamond shoes. Unless we're talking about sharp, pointy diamonds inside your shoes that poke you every time you take a step.

Thanks for tagging me, David. That Nouveau post was lovely (also, there was a mysterious itch behind one ear that needed scratching this morning) and I'm glad I didn't miss it.

I've been thinking about it and it's almost like a monkey's paw wish.

I was thinking more an O. Henry story, but same ballpark. Rest assured, "beloved wife passed away too soon to enjoy comfortable retirement" does not fall under the heading of trivial First World problems that someone shouldn't be bothered by.

Gud, it's good to see your pixels; I've missed you.

Timelies all!

I realize it's been over a week since I last posted. There's been a lot. Mr. S was discharged from the hospital on Thursday. He went to school Friday, then we flew to Toronto for FilKOntario. Most of the weekend went well. He was fine during the flight up and during the con. He had a meltdown as we were starting to descend into National Airport. He refused to put his seatbelt on and sit in his seat. Yesterday was an asynchronous work day for school, then we went to my MIL's for the seder. After we had eaten, he got restless and fussy, so we didn't get to the back half of the seder. Then he had a meltdown at school today. Sigh...