September

What a bizarre month this has been. I am having the best time. I'm happy, really happy. But some of the weirdest things have happened this month. As though there's been a full moon for the last 17 days. Let's see what the next 23 days bring.

The last 6 months

High School graduation for youngest. Divorce. Death. Moving out. Dog Death. Moving in. Dating? Not so much. I think I might go get a guinea pig.

Let's just see if we can all get through the week

I'm a supervisor. Not a babysitter, parent, mediator, lawyer. And I used to be a friend. But we all know that now that I am supervising 13 of you, this friendship thing just isn't working out. I'm VERY sad about that but let's try to make sure we don't all end up hating each other. After all, we all used to love our jobs. I still love my job. I hired you because I believe you can do your job and I really DO want you to love your job. So, it's only four days. Can't we all just get along?

I give up

One can only spend so much time in denial of the obvious.

6 months

So life is a tad bit different. I think she broke up with him. Given that she is "older" perhaps she recognized those character defects that won't disappear anytime soon and ran while she could. I remain committed yet. And if he feels differently, I would hope he would have told me by now. So life goes on.

I'm not giving up without a fight

Fuck you and stay away from my husband.

Love

The human heart is so fickle. And I know I'm not the first to notice. How does one decide whether you are fighting to save the safest thing you know, or you're fighting to save something that's doomed to failure? And if you've been doing it off and on for 25 years, do you call it quits or do you call it successful?