Compared to some of the unrelentingly hellish sitches on this board. mine is now a relatively benign fait accompli. But when ya gotta vent; ya gotta vent. And I never have any compunction in doing so, however relatively minor by comparison.
Today was a great day, rocked, thank you. Gorgeous weather. Gardener worked about 6 hours @ two clients (unheard of for a Sunday). Just got home.
STBXW shows up with truck @ 10:15 w/friend trailing behind in STBX's car. Oh good. A witness. She'll be pleasant as all get out and no b.s. to deflect this morning. I am thanked profusely for truck, put plenty of gas in it, etc. Says she's going around back to dig up some gladiolas and peonies and some other of the hundreds of things I've planted around here in 11 years There's even a bed with over 200 tulip bulbs. Boy, will the new owners be wowed by that if this place sells before spring.
Interesting STBXW friend and coworker, this woman: in her fifties, never married. Right before the bomb - a year ago, now - W announces that she's going to back off and drop this one because, "she's nosey, tries to push her way into all aspects of my life and draw me into her drama, as well." Another one about to get the Mrs. Gardener heave-ho-you're-outta-here-bye-bye-so-long-farewell-auf-weidersen-forever special, I figured. Now? Best, inseparable buds. Alien.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
