Well, it wasn't awkward at writing class the way I thought, but it might still be, because maybe the guy didn't come back.(A lot of people had a conflict with yesterday, actually, so maybe he forgot something.) I have never felt so torn between "Wait...I was trying to help you." and, I'll confess it here, a certain blend of trash talk "Huh...guess we know who *really* needs the special parking spaces," and maybe, a tiny bit of Marcie-like wonder that I could have had this power all along and nobody ever told me.(Heh, heh. Cool. Unless it's not?) Should I have let him have the whole "hit a nerve" thing? Because I didn't want to because I had this whole point that Stereotypes are Bad(unless bowling on the Simpsons) and, as someone who grew up sensitive and female, basically no good can come from focusing on any alleged "hurt feelings" of mine.(discussions of ableism do often end with the "perpetrator" wondering if I'd found the right therapist, the love of a good man--where's my dad in all this? Etc. "He's a shit, Kevin, but it didn't disable me." when really the point is that crap is too stale to even touch my real feelings about healing or whatever.) On the other hand, it wouldn't have been my first time on that boring merry-go-round, and some of my point got lost anyway...should I have just femmed out for the good of the group? I tend to think of myself as, you know, Mistress Cellophane, right? Nobody knows I'm there--guess I need to stop that, either way. And the instructor did back me up.

But I'm also fifty-two, and kind of fresh out of "little lady" energy--it's always been an awkward fit, on its best day. which probably peaked at the same time as, say Tears for Fears. Six weeks isn't long, but it might be if we would play out some psychodrama. Lisa, good news on the job front. happy birthday, t Hope the estate stuff resolves smoothly.

Congrats, Lisah!

Sorry about all the estate stuff, meara. I was my dad’s executor and it was a lot, even though he also had a will and everything was just getting split between my sister and me. It took a bit over a year to finalize. I still have some of the paperwork in a back closet. Not sure why—it’s not like my sister is going to demand an audit 17 years on.