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Jack's first play date was with his friend Mason whom he met while in the young threes' class at St. Alban's. Mason and Jack were close for two years, but when they moved on to kindergarten we lost contact with their family. Saw them last night on the way in to piano lessons. Jack was always kind of scared of the dad. So am I. He's tall, good looking, and an anesthesiologist. I greeted him and the children by name, told him who I was, asked Mason if he remembered Jack. The boys didn't remember each other. Dad and I exchanged a few menial social niceties. As we parted ways, Dad concluded what should have been a superficial exchange with, "And you? How are you doing?" I replied, "Going bankrupt and getting divorced."

The blank expression on his face was priceless.

"No sense sugar coating it," I said. "Take care. Tell Amy I said hi."

Ha.

Comments

Kcookski said…
are you talking the guy who always wears the radiology limited shirts? (dubbed MR. radiology ltd in my circles) that guy is seriously good looking.... i knew there was a girl, didn't know there was a son, too.
auntie m said…
Should this have made me laugh? I don't know....but it did!
Gnightgirl said…
So many of your posts hit home with me. I have a hard time saying "fine, thanks," when people ask me how things are going; there have been days it would just make me a dirty liar.

I can't tell you how many times I ran into old friends in the last 4 years or so, and we'd run the routine: "How's your dad? Oh, he passed away. And your Mom? She has Alzheimer's. Teri? She has cancer. Well, your son then? He's in Iraq." Sometimes I felt like I sent people walking away with their eyebrows singed off.

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Sometimes I dream of operating a food truck specializing in gourmet wok-popped popcorn.

wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
1. To be indecisive or evasive in order to gain time or delay action.
2. To comply with the time or occasion; to yield to prevailing opinion or circumstances.
3. To engage in discussions or negotiations so as to gain time (usually followed by 'with').
4. To come to terms (usually followed by 'with').

It's easy to tell yourself that you'll write a daily blog entry using the word of the day from dictionary(dot)com as a prompt, and equally easy to temporize your daily entry by waffling over what to write about, or evading your obligation by procrastination. There. Bedtime.