If you are reading this from work – shame on you – but know that we are on our way to the Canadian Rockies as you are reading. Wedding goodness awaits near Revelstoke, if not actual good weather. Warmer than home certainly, but nothing to crow about.
I am, by and large, putting on my happy face – which is neutral to an extreme degree and content to sink back into the shadows and observe without attracting attention. The whole “in-laws of my husband’s late wife thing” is fraught with awkwardness. No one wants to be unpleasant to my face because they know I am not the cause for Shelley’s absence, and yet no one is thrilled to have me around because it highlights the sad reality of her death. I so dislike being thrust into this position and am trying to zen my way through it, but the fact remains that I am neither welcome nor unwelcome, and it continues to be not easy for me to try and exist without being obvious about it.
The publisher of the new newspaper start-up in The Park contacted me the other day. He’d initially declined to offer me any type of position when I queried him a couple of weeks ago, but apparently my Mac experience appeals to him now. An interesting development.
I finally got the copy of Jack Kilborn’s (aka J.A. Konrath’s) new horror novel, Afraid. It’s gruesome but compelling so far as I have read. I will have the review up sometime next week. J.A. only asked for 75 words. I will probably give him a few extra.
If you friended me on Facebook, you know that my sister, DNOS, has been very ill. Double pneumonia. We have been quite worried because there were several deaths locally attributed to pneumonia this past month. She is mending but good thought would be appreciated.
The tomcat is still peeing on our front door. I had to buy new rugs for the entryway. It’s foul and I would be in favor of relocating that cat to its final reward if that were possible. The other cat hasn’t puked again … in a location I have stumbled across anyway. We have no one to care for him while we are away, which is another reason why we decline to acquire a pet of our own – it would hinder our mobility, so we filled up the water and food bowl and are hoping for the best. Best would be the cat not eating until engorged and barfing all over the garage thus rendering itself near foodless (unless you count vomit, which it will eat) until we return. During the warmer months we had the girl next door check in on it and fill the bowls, but we can’t depend on the kindness of neighbors when the temps are still brutal and the snow is knee deep. Seriously, we really can’t impose on the neighbors anymore where animals are concerned. It’s went past the point of “neighborliness” a while ago.
Night Dogs slinks along.
Yoga is going well. I can almost do a headstand. I cannot do the chupacabra (or whatever that fingertip/tippytoe plank thing is called). If I could hold that pose for 12 minutes a day, I would never get sick again – eventually. Or so the yogis maintain.
So, okay. That’s it. Good weekend to you all.
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Have a safe trip, and I will keep your sister in mind.
OK, you caught me. I’m reading from work. My excuse is that I have no sick kids in the clinic, and since it’s the end of Friday I have everything all packed up.
Actually I’m online checking out the weather conditions. We are expecting a blizzard in Oklahoma tonight. Yes, seriously!
Anyway, have a safe trip, and I hope things are much less awkward than you expect.
Have a safe trip. Good thoughts your way for your sister.
When a dear girlfriend died of cancer and her husband remarried about a year later, we were all kind of in shock. But the new wife is so cool, so respectful of our friend, and just so darn sweet, she immediately won us over. I have sensed though that she feels like you do, not quite comfortable in her role. It has to be difficult. I’ll look forward to hearing how it goes.
It’s not easy to be “cool” all the time. Sometimes it feels like a performance and you wonder if you would be liked if you could relax and be more yourself (which is not to say that the inner me – or her – isn’t also cool but no one can be “on” all the time.