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October 28, 2007



Wow! I'm impressed.

I'm not too good at social things these days either. I always have some excuse...mood swings, mourning for my dad/Count Basie/Jim Henson/one of my kittens that my dad accidentally ran over because it was sitting on one of the tires on my dad's truck...and I work harder to get out of them than I do learning a song.

I am happy, though, that it went well for you. I've had many of the same problems at parties...I don't know if it's a side effect of getting older/more aware of all the things that could go wrong with my BP, but it's becoming more and more agonizing to think about doing things in a big-ass group.

Hats off, chica!


Excellent story that had me smiling all the way through. Sometimes I think that these situations are the closest we will get to our Neanderthal ancestors' experience of hunting for food. Glad you bagged the cheesy puffs and came home alive. I also appreciate that you play with the kids. I do the same. They're usually much more interesting than the adults. Great post.


RW - he's seriously looking forward to it. And when you, like I, get all prickly and stare off into space, he will make it right. He will love you, because I, his wife, love and adore you, and he knows that. He's just that way.

Oh, Sudie, I know. I know, I know, I know. And you know what? It was worth it too. It might not get any better, I won't change, but I'm glad I did what I did, if only to know that I'm not as alone as I often think.

Aristaeus - you know what? I thought about you when I wrote this. I thought about the guy who's heart and soul are in the stars and who lives and breathes in accedamia. I thought about you being brave driving across the country for a whole new life when I drove into Wilton and YOU make me smile. A lot more than you probably know.

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