I'm so pleased that I have such wonderful friends, and they've really rallied since H filed. I haven't fallen apart, wished for death, or indicated that I should not be left unsupervised. I HAVE been sad, angry, frustrated, and confused about how to proceed. I'm very lucky that my friends understand me well enough to know that humor and making me laugh are the best things for me right now.
I am secretly amused, however, at the ways my friends go about seeing me or communicating with me. I get lots of things like these: "I was just in the neighborhood", "I thought maybe you'd like some company on your grocery trip", "Let's meet at the coffee shop in downtown in 20 minutes" (from friend who doesn't drink coffee EVER), "I accidentally bought two milkshakes and thought you might like one", "I'm sure I need things from the hardware store, so I'll go, too", and so on. I actually began to wonder if a sign-up sheet went around so they could sign up for shifts to be with me.
The best one yet, though, has been when I mentioned to a group of girls that I wanted to start working on my kitchen--like painting the walls, painting the cabinets, going through cabinets, and weeding out kitchen things I no longer need. I immediately had four girls say, "Ooooooh, I want to help!" Then they each started outlining the skills that would qualify them for the job (ability to bring sturdy boxes, knowledge of quality cookware, availability each week, cooperative and helpful attitude, intense interest in creating a beautiful kitchen environment for me, sincere desire to follow my directions, etc.). The good news is that there will be enough work for everyone. In other words, they're all hired.
I'll post more later. I'm due a milkshake any time now.
