If you're a regular reader, you know that I am still recovering from the shock of the karaoke night from hell. I thought time would mellow me out on this one, but not so much. The more time that passes, the more pissed off and shaken by it I find myself. Lucky me. But I have good news! Good news indeed. First, I scraped together the courage to say what I needed to say to my friend; namely, that I love her dearly, and I am worried about her. That I will never participate in such an evening again. That I fear a night like that may indicate there's more going on than she has shared, and I am...
It is 98 degrees outside. Right now. Today. It's not even July yet. And I'm not even going to detail the hour I just spent, adjusting the two little air conditioners which are permanent--one on each floor--and then a complicated maze of fans trying to urge the airflow to cool the entire house. I have got to borrow someone's husband to come help me put the other air conditioners in. But then... divine intervention. In the form of a phone call. A play date/dinner invitation from one of my favorite people on the planet. She would still be one of my favorite people even if she didn't have...
1) It really is possible, after having attended too many parties to count at Eileen's house, that I will still meet several new people at a party there. Whose names I will not remember. 2) At least one of those people will have a very difficult time concealing their surprise at my single mother status. (While not a Stepford community, this town is not exactly a haven for the non-rich or divorced, and the non-rich divorced are an even larger anomaly.) 3) Small children will happily play in a kiddie pool even if it's only 68 degrees outside. 4) Adults will watch those children from the safety...
It turns out that if you are spending a holiday weekend alone (i.e., without children), you will be inundated with invitations from friends who are sure that you may well shrivel up and die from a little peace and quiet. This rates very highly in the warm-n-fuzzy department. I have just returned from dinner with friends. The only caveat on my joining them for the evening was that I please not cough in the salad. (I didn't.) I wasn't sure I felt up to socializing tonight but I'm very glad I went. The food was great, the company even better, and had I stayed home, I would've missed this little...
