I have a story to tell. I have a story to tell, but I am not going to tell it. It is about a $10,000 cat. She was just a barn cat. Old, arthritic and grouchy. She used to be a fluffy little cutie, who stole my heart, and caused debates about cat ownership through … Continue reading A Great Story About a $10,000 Cat
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. What a strange proverb. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I'm happy enough about leaving those nasty teeth alone, but who's going to clean up all that stinkin' mess? Today, I received another hamper from the Food Bank. I have always been a supporter of … Continue reading Who left this gift horse on my lawn?
Fire to ashes, waiting to rise. Call it, "Phoenix Waiting". Here's a draft of a post I was going to publish early in May, after being served with a "Statement of Claim" from my soon to be Ex. I did what it seemed I had to do. I got a bottle of red wine and … Continue reading Living between titles: Phoenix waiting
The Ultimate Question might be, "How many brushes does a divorced family with three pre-teen girls require?" Seems like a mundane question. I would think it a mundane question, but it has turned out to be much more interesting than I thought. I bet the answer will surprise you. The answer, apparently, is ten (not … Continue reading An Embarassment of Brushes: “co-parenting” after separation and divorce
I have committed another (hitherto) unthinkable act. Also, I have used the word "hitherto" in a sentence. Sometimes I challenge myself to use a neglected word more often. I had vowed around Christmas time to raise the profile of this perfectly-good-word. This is the first instance. Still, it's relegated to brackets, and quotation marks, but … Continue reading A better plan: anybody? anybody?
So this is week seven of the group therapy program I'm attending as a psychiatric outpatient. Part of the process involves guided journaling. Last week's was an exercise called Alpha Poetry. There aren't many rules, as it's a means of getting your mind to open up as you journal. Basically, for each letter of the … Continue reading Alpha Poetry – Residual effects of driving my girls to school
The girls and I were all loaded into the van. My littlest was about five. We were pulling away from the house to go, I forget where. Littlest, in all seriousness, said: Mom, if someone stuffed me in a box, and shipped me to China, I would miss you. I said, as solemnly as I … Continue reading WWMPD: What Would Mary Poppins Do?
I did something unimaginable this weekend. I texted my ex a picture of the contents of my refrigerator, and wrote an amicable message. It contained the acronym "LOL". It seems that the Food Bank received a truckload of yoghurt this week. I'm not complaining but that is a heck of a lot of yoghurt. Oh … Continue reading On Second Thought: a rest is as good as a change… Unless Ex says otherwise
Today's oxymoron is.... Collaborative Divorce. Sounds like a made-up term, doesn't it? Sounds like a joke. Not a bad joke. A really, really funny one. To me. Now. Almost two years ago, it sounded wonderful. Why hadn't I heard of this? Think of it. Two people get married, have kids, build a life (sort of... … Continue reading Collaborate, dammit!