It’s -15 degrees with a wind chill of -30. I’m going nowhere today. Thankful to be in between pet sits for a couple of days at home, snuggling with Brenda the cat. A house mate came home with lots of food from his work (a grocery store) ground beef and spaghetti included. I volunteered to make a pot of spaghetti today. It’s my kind of day; cooking, reading and not going out in the cold.
Tomorrow, temps will start to warm up considerably and I’ll be with a great dog in a great house for the weekend, sharing a meal with a friend on Christmas Eve.
I mainly wanted to share with you, my essay that came out in Insider yesterday.
I do hope you have a peaceful safe holiday.
Thanks for reading.
Wendy’s daughter was getting married. We were all invited, all three of us plus the new one. We had all touched her daughter’s life and she wanted us gathered around, outside in beautiful Montana, along with her fun loving friends.
Since we had all been married to her father at different times, he would witness our connection. Three good choices, that ended due to his soon to follow bad choices.
The ceremony was beautiful. We all got to hear her father go on too long about his beautiful, bright daughter, making it all about himself.
Guests dispersed to sitting tables, bathrooms, food and drink tables. The brides grandmother, my ex mother in-law spotted me, grabbed me and insisted I find the other two for a photo opp. Forget that she has once sided with her son (I was the first) during our divorce. The two who followed me became similar characters in the story of the cheating husband. His mother, then saw her son for the playwright that he was.
Dedicated to my sisters, Wendy and Suzy.