(View of the Rockies across Echo Lake)
Back from Denver and the wedding therein. Back to pick up our car from the shop and put in an offer on a house and make plans for the attendance of funerals and baby showers and check the mail and process notes re: my self-righteousness and try to restock the fridge and maybe get some banking done.
Oh, and write an article on Christianity in Asia.
Start integrating a few of those brain waves I had last week into the book manuscript.
Maybe also try to focus on the really happy memories of the weekend whilst forgetting my step mother-in-law decided it was totally cool to reiterate at the rehearsal dinner how she “knew” I was pregnant weeks before we told her because my “tits” were bigger. I’m not sure what Emily Post would have done, but I said “gross” in a bland sort of voice and looked away. Pretty sure the hammer of Post would fall more on MIL’s side than mine in this case, but sometimes the hammer is the lesser of two evils.
Anyway, I think there may be a lesson in this for the rest of you: The next time you’re tempted to be impatient with your MIL ask yourself this soul-searching question: does she use gross trucker slang to refer to my private bits in public settings? Modify your contempt accordingly.
I’m pretty sure there’s a flowchart to be made here.
Will maybe get to that… sometime after I clean the rest of the things off this platter I’m calling my plate right now. Sigh. Must lug my belly off to the post office to ship some camera equipment.
Happy Tuesday and happy working, everybody.