The Anecdotal Life Part. 62
"What a difference a day or two or three make." I got things straightened out with my mentor and realize that email was the real culprit. It's murderously easy to miscontrue another's intent in a series of emails flying back and forth. If I, in the future, find a seemingly offensive comment, I will isolate it and ask what was meant or intended before I flip out. ( and it appears I am very good at doing that.) I also found a wonderful marina near the one I am in that has such stupendous views I can hardly stand it. Furthermore, if one wants to play chicken, boater-wise, one can come in bow first since the fingerlings are so long. ( Fingerlings are little narrow piers jutting out between boats and are attached to the main pier.) I was so excited when I got done with tour of the place. I intend to drag my youngest son and his partner to see this place in August.
BUT that is not the big news. Nor is the fact that I am on my way "Up North"for two memorials and a wedding. Sounds like a movie doesn't it? We are all very grateful to my niece, Andy, for having her wedding a couple of weeks later during which we can celebrate rather than weep. The fourth of July is our usual celebratory family gathering , but too many are missing this year.
Sooooo..... what it the big news? My oldest son Mark and his wife of one year and a couple of months called to say they were going to have a baby. I was transported to the ceiling faster than Mary Poppins. More especially because we had all from a practical standpoint ruled that out. Mark and Annette are both cancer survivors and it seemed more than we could hope for. We were beyond jubilant when they found each other and fell in love. I could hardly sit still after the call and ran around saying Gosh and Gee Whiz!! and I'll be da---d! Never realized what that would mean to us all. The family is buzzing already. It's been a blizzard of emotion. I have told everybody coming and going about it. I even drove over to the U.P.S. store to tell my favorite clerks. I wonder if everybody has favorite clerks like I do? For instance, take the Eastport post office. There's a motherly-wise /black American lady who sits behind the counter in the station to the far left. I always tell her my latest, truest news. She's always understanding and kind hearted. In my lottery winning daydreams, these are the people I would like to hire for my personal assistant so I can have them around me all the time. I told that to the manager of the U.P.S. store about her best clerk, La Crisha, and she leveled a straight look at me and said," Get in line."
But it's early days yet for Mark and Annette and they will have to go through tests and take great care. In our phone call I was kidding as I spoke to Mark and said," Well! How did you manage that?" He just laughed and said, " I don't know, but I'd better read up on it."
Copyright: July 19, 2007
BUT that is not the big news. Nor is the fact that I am on my way "Up North"for two memorials and a wedding. Sounds like a movie doesn't it? We are all very grateful to my niece, Andy, for having her wedding a couple of weeks later during which we can celebrate rather than weep. The fourth of July is our usual celebratory family gathering , but too many are missing this year.
Sooooo..... what it the big news? My oldest son Mark and his wife of one year and a couple of months called to say they were going to have a baby. I was transported to the ceiling faster than Mary Poppins. More especially because we had all from a practical standpoint ruled that out. Mark and Annette are both cancer survivors and it seemed more than we could hope for. We were beyond jubilant when they found each other and fell in love. I could hardly sit still after the call and ran around saying Gosh and Gee Whiz!! and I'll be da---d! Never realized what that would mean to us all. The family is buzzing already. It's been a blizzard of emotion. I have told everybody coming and going about it. I even drove over to the U.P.S. store to tell my favorite clerks. I wonder if everybody has favorite clerks like I do? For instance, take the Eastport post office. There's a motherly-wise /black American lady who sits behind the counter in the station to the far left. I always tell her my latest, truest news. She's always understanding and kind hearted. In my lottery winning daydreams, these are the people I would like to hire for my personal assistant so I can have them around me all the time. I told that to the manager of the U.P.S. store about her best clerk, La Crisha, and she leveled a straight look at me and said," Get in line."
But it's early days yet for Mark and Annette and they will have to go through tests and take great care. In our phone call I was kidding as I spoke to Mark and said," Well! How did you manage that?" He just laughed and said, " I don't know, but I'd better read up on it."
Copyright: July 19, 2007
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