Friday, May 1, 2009

An Open Letter to Divorcing Acquaintances

Dear Friends,
First let me say that I am sorry for the troubles that caused you and your spouse to go your separate ways. I know you are scared and sad and hurt and your children are also unhappy. But here's the thing; I really don't want to hear anymore spouse-bashing, and pretty much no one else does either.

You are making us all very uncomfortable. I don't want to hear about who the ex is dating and what your opinion of that person is. I don't want to hear about how your ex told you to return the car that is in their name. I don't want to hear about how your kids hate the person your ex is dating. I don't want to hear about the obnoxious text messages and phone calls.

This is what I have to say. I am sorry you are hurting. You have every right to mourn the loss of your relationship. I will be happy to listen to you as you discuss the efforts you are making to move on, But please don't be surprised when you get no response from me when you pull me aside as we pick up our children outside the elementary school and you launch into another diatribe. I have nothing to say. If there is something criminal going on, call the police. If there is something useful to your position in the proceedings, call your attorney. Please understand, though. I am not the person that you can contact to bash the ex. I don't approve.

Enough of that. And thought there may be more to say, I have to feed the kids, get ready for cello lessons and take one very excited first grader to a school dance.

Enjoy your day!

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Huh?

I'd be failing in my duty as a blogger if I didn't mention the current Swine Flu epidemic. I have visions of Chicken Little and Gerald Ford. Seriously? Wash your hands.

I would also be failing if I didn't mention the AF One photo op in NY on Monday. Has no one in the Pentagon heard of Photo Shop? At last report, it costs $37,000 an hour to fly AF One. This puts the low ball estimate for Monday's terrorizing of NYC at $100,000. I say, next time the Pentagon wants to update a picture of AF One, give me $20,000 and I'll do it. I'd have to buy Photo Shop and take a class to learn to use it, but I bet the result would be just a good and not nearly as traumatizing.

Moving On...
I put my tomato seedlings outside. I decided they needed more light. They look very pathetic but I'm hopeful that they will perk up after a few days of sun. It isn't supposed to be very warm today or tomorrow so I may have to bring them back in at night. I'm just going to keep thinking good thoughts for them. I have the rest of my garden to get in the ground soon. Much work to be done on that and it won't be happening this weekend. What should be happening is a little lawn mowing. It's frightening.

Off to my motherly duties. Enjoy your day!