Best therapy I know.
It was doughnut Sunday at church so I got to sit down and talk to people afterwards. The kids ran away to play in the nursery, and I sat and picked at a doughnut and felt like a human being again.
Melissa and Chris invited me to dinner last night, and when I got there Hannah and T.O.M. and their kids were there too, and I got to vent for a while and tell Mark's story. And then someone suggested that we play euchre, which is my very favorite card game, so T.O.M. and Chris and 10-y-o Meira and I played while Hannah read and Melissa put the baby down to sleep. Every player at the table was at least a little bit rusty, so we played a few open hands and I chattered color commentary to Meira, explaining the differences between the left and the right, the bury and the bowers (bauers? bars? depends where you're from), how to keep score with a six and a four, and never trump your partner's ace. By the end of that game I felt almost normal again, thank goodness.
And today Margaret in Minnesota invited me and my brood over for lunch! And I had a lovely time, and she fed me cashews and soup and guacamole and chicken curry salad sandwiches and red bell pepper strips and cilantro-lime-flavored chips and plain chips and peanut-butter-filled pretzels and orange-peel-scented dark chocolate.
She's an over-achiever, that one is. Oh, did I mention that she sent me more soup for my dinner? So now I don't have to cook tonight, which is good, because I didn't go to the store and my house is a wreck.
And can you believe it? Neither one of us thought of taking a picture to prove the event really happened. *sigh*
("Mom?" said Oscar as I carried the soup to the car. "You traded Grandma's peaches for vegetable soup?"
"Sort of, I guess," I said, since I had brought a couple of quarts of Mark's mom's home-canned peaches to offer for lunch.
"Mom," said Oscar, "that wasn't a very good trade for us."
I said, "I don't know, Oscar, it's pretty darn good soup." You can't eat peaches ALL the time.)
Anyway... I'm feeling much better now. Thanks everyone.
Speaking as the one who fed your husband on Saturday (a sadly dry pork roast, unfortunately, but we had lovely appetizers and cheese) and can support his statement that he is ok, but understandably shaken. I did indeed remember to send some crispy dehydrated peaches (not enough to balance 2qts) and crispy dehydrated tomatoes. Home-prepared snacks come full circle!
Posted by: Christy P | 26 January 2009 at 04:21 PM
Woo hoo! Oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow!
Posted by: bearing | 26 January 2009 at 04:31 PM
As far as my "over-achievement" is concerned, hey, we're all about diversity over here.
Rightwing, Republican diversity, granted, but diversity nonetheless.
It was great to have you over!
Posted by: Margaret in Minnesota | 26 January 2009 at 05:06 PM