You know, HP is going to be pissed that you did this during Lent.
LOL- Why? You are supposed to give something up for Lent.
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I guess this means you'll be going to more evening book sales. (Biker bars, too?)
Definitely "yes" on the evening sales. I probably will expand my territory into Chicagoland and Pennsylvania also and move forward with my publishing project.
I don't know about the biker bars. I don't really drink that much so I don't want to attract drinkers and I don't think most bikers have "brainiac" on their list of turn-ons although they do seem to appreciate my choice in t-shirts on occasion. -LOL
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I send comforting thoughts to you, my dear lady, my friend.
Thank you, you are a sweetie. Really, although I kinda hate to admit it, I am in a fantastic mood this morning, lioness and monkey in fine form. I've been dancing, hopping around the living room to Joan Osborne, Pink and The Stones just feeling free, free, free!
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Mojo's mom said "Don't hold this against me if you ever get back together but you are much better off without him. You've been carrying him for years."
Pretty astute comment from your mother. Did you know she saw your M this way?
When my late H got divorced from his first wife, he was convinced everyone would die of shock. They were pillars of their very large church-- they and their three children sang in the choir together. They had been married in that church. He was the church treasurer; his W was the classic Church Lady. Even the MIL was the Greeter at the Door. They were absolutely Ward and June Cleaver-- so people thought. When he left her, many many people came out of the woodwork and said, we don't see how you put up with her for so long. Then it was HIS turn to be shocked. He thought people couldn't see through the facade.
One person who was not supportive and in fact was very judgmental was his pastor. Until a few years later when the pastor's wife left him because of his uncontrolled alcoholism. Hmm... It was a long fall down from that high horse, but that event humanized the pastor as nothing else could have. He became full of compassion after that. At the time of my H's death, of course, both of us had become Jewish at that point and we had a Jewish funeral, but my H's sons and I invited this pastor to speak at the funeral since he had been so close to the family for years. He delivered a lovely eulogy (the rabbi did, too).
Divorce is a life event. People survive them. They even thrive after them. Some marriages need to dissolve... and clearly that dissolution can happen with love and civility. Yes, there is sadness and loss-- sadness and loss are life events, too.
Jenny, you must stick around the board!
I guess if people's sitchs start to change such that they no longer qualify for SSM, we could all form a My Space group or something, just to keep in touch.
I am about 10 percent sad for you and 90 percent happy; maybe it's because I have followed your saga for so long, and maybe it's because a part of me over-identifies with your struggles and wants to see you blossom.
Thank you. You are a good friend. Type 4s are always such great friends for me, I just need to remember to NEVER get sexually involved with one EVER again. If a man ever asks me up to see his etchings, I will say "Did you make them yourself?" and if he says "Yes." I will RUN for the door.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Pretty astute comment from your mother. Did you know she saw your M this way?
Yeah, but unfortunately the way she chose to express herself early on in my marriage was to scream at me while I was trapped in a car with her things along the line of "If you have another baby with this man you are a complete idiot.".
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Jenny, you must stick around the board!
I guess if people's sitchs start to change such that they no longer qualify for SSM, we could all form a My Space group or something, just to keep in touch. ;\)
Oh, I'll stick around. I kinda think of this place as being like a cocktail party in a John Updike novel. I was thinking that we all ought to give our e-mail addresses to somebody like Corri who could be like the Class Secretary and send out reunion messages in 10 years or something like that. I would be fascinated to hear what happened with everyone.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
Jenny, I'll join the others in expressing slight sadness and happiness for you that you can move on. You've worked your butt off and now you can move forward and put those energies towards something else.
Also, we here in now snowy Minnesota are a very literate lot. There are still two independant Mystery and Science Fiction bookstores still in business here in the Twin Cities. We have a brand new central library for Minneapolis and continue to pick up new locations for the chain stores. There is very cool book fair that shows up every summer that has sellers of first editions and other collector type books.
Scott -Who got realy good excercise yesterday clearing out 14 inches of new snow from his and several neighbors sidewalks and driveways.
"Satisfaction is not guaranteed." Rule #19 Ferengi "Rules of Acquistition"
I am very sorry. I also think that you will be just fine. I had scads of people do the "what took you so long" when ex-H and I split. It seems that many people weren't too impressed with him including some of his friends.
We didn't really have an acrimonious D. H didn't "show up" for it - just like the rest of his life. He was as non-participatory as possible. Currently, he hasn't seen the kids in about a year. He has been in arrears on more occasions than I can count. I don't react if he sees the kids or not. I don't react if he pays or not (the state does). By the time of the D, I was ready. I suspect you are too. He wasn't and would occasionally tell me what a horrible person I was and I would say that he was entitled to his opinion but I had to hang up. Occasionally, he would get sentimental and try to win me back. I would say that I understood the feelings but he needed to remember how unhappy he had been. My point? Don't let anything surprise you.
Oh, I'll stick around. I kinda think of this place as being like a cocktail party in a John Updike novel. I was thinking that we all ought to give our e-mail addresses to somebody like Corri who could be like the Class Secretary and send out reunion messages in 10 years or something like that. I would be fascinated to hear what happened with everyone.
I, for one, will have had SEX twice by then. So I should be in a pretty good mood around the bar and the cocktail weenies.
