IrishAyes
IrishAyes's JournalYou could be right.
Have you joined our Loners Group? We don't post much, but it's an understanding bunch. One person told about he/she and the spouse lived together but it was usually in different parts of the house. They each liked knowing the other was there and accessible, but never crowding. Sounded like an ideal situation to me. While it may be unusual and not for everyone, it works great for them. I know I can take about 24 hours of somebody at my elbow before I get cranky. People don't need to be shadows.
For instance, even my dearly beloved son was sent off to camp in the summer as soon as he reached age 5. The first time I picked him up, he said something that might've crushed a helicopter mom but made me terribly proud. He announced, "Guess what, Mom? I didn't miss you at all!" A little left handed perhaps, but to me it meant I was rearing an affectionate but healthy, independent youngster.
Verrry interesting.
My grandad and his father fought for Michael Collins, and after the assassination were forced to flee the country half a jump ahead of the b&t's. Over to Wales for new identities, with/from which they finally reached America, settling in rural upstate Maine for obvious reasons. My dad was born there and when he tried to mimic Rhett Butler, he sounded more like Foghorn Leghorn. His dad and grandfather both adopted a passable if fake Welsh accent, but my dad grew up with a natural Mainer's accent and vocabulary.
Then came Mom, who was born in Louisiana but fled north because too many of her relatives were what we'd call teabaggers at best today. She was that rare bird for those days, an extremely liberal southerner. She kept her accent (Dad loved it) and special regional vocabulary except she did agree that you eat lunch at noon and dinner or supper after 6 pm. So I grew up with a mixed vocabulary, especially considering the travel involved in military families; but my accent has always been kept deliberately as absent regional indicators as possible. My sole remaining first degree family member, the kid sister, speaks and unfortunately thinks exactly like the 'other' branch of the family.
So my map was all over the place.
When people insist on drilling me about where I'm from - which I have never felt obligated to explain - I tend to give them the simplest accurate answer: Terra. Hilarity and worse ensues when TP's think I'm saying 'terror', and when I assure them otherwise, they don't like the alternative much better. I'm from Terra because I consider myself a world citizen with special ties to the US and secondarily, Free Ireland. "You're weird," is about the best reaction I can hope for. The idea that I consider the Muslim woman or the Chinese man equal in human value to myself or any other American is anathema to many, especially in the boonies.
Sorry if that was more than anyone wanted to know.
Depends on the reason for the split and how you still think of her.
If it was more your fault and both of you agree on that, arrange to take it to her anyway. If you invite her over to your place, she'll just think you're trying to bribe her to return. If it was largely her fault and you're aware of that, don't throw good $ (or emotions) after bad. Either return the gift to the store if possible; if not, save it as a present for a more worthy person at the proper time.
My experience has been that if you think you possibly can live w/o a particular person, you're (maybe both) better off split, especially if it's amicable. There's been more than one man in my own life that I thought I couldn't breathe w/o, yet when I had to, it proved a blessing and a relief. Make of that what you wish.
At this point there's only one that I still miss - a gentleman loosely attached to Sinn Fein - and he died, but I didn't want to join him; not too soon, anyway. Plenty of time in real eternity. If that turns out to be mere fantasy, then nothing's lost because neither of us will know, right? So it's good either way. I'm not a person who tends to confuse my beliefs and/or preferences with likely reality. Things simply are what they are, and we find out soon enough.
For all the fluff - which we need to make life easier! - you come up with some
awfully good subjects.
How old is Granddad? Is it possible he's ever so slightly unaware? I mean, does he do his own bookkeeping, and that well? If not, certainly no harm. You used to cash them and he might assume you still do. If he's all there, he might be still sending $ in hopes you'll take it, although perhaps the tiniest bit relieved when you don't if he's overextending himself and knows it.
If you ever feel the need to cash one of those checks, for one thing the grandkids could coordinate and each (if any) do so on a different month so they don't all hit close together. Also, if it absolutely must be cashed to save his feelings, spend it on something practical for him that will relieve his monthly expenses. Maybe buy him a couple tanks of gas for the car if he still drives. Or go grocery shopping with him and pay the bill. Stuff like that.
If that upsets him, last ditch effort tell him you spent his gift $ on something lavish for yourself even though you didn't. Make it something he can't or won't think to verify. Then he won't feel unmanned.
My wish for you in the New Year is that you can get on some good meds or whatever your individual medical situation needs; because you have so much to offer the world, and selfishly speaking on behalf of others, it's a shame to see such a fine resource go untapped. Not to mention I believe you deserve a happy life yourself.
Me too.
Although I was thinking mainly of songs with thinly veiled drug references.
You have no idea how much I enjoyed that!
Having studied the era rather more than average, I have no illusions about alleged 'good old days'. But there was a certain charm, at least from a safe distance. My home was built a hundred years ago, and I try to decorate/renovate as period compatible as possible. All my adult life I've collected old photographs of people who resemble each other physically, and I like to hang them in old frames and make up 'life histories' for each. You'd never believe what they've been up to!
My dog Brigid has about the same look on her face right now.
I didn't get to the door fast enough to let her out in time. Not sure who she blames. I'm afraid to ask.
I should stop responding before reading all the other replies first.
Glad you made it. So I won't worry about you tomorrow, but you'll still be in my thoughts, you and everyone else who's ill. Hope you don't have to drive again before you're well rested and better. That flu can kick like a mule.
One med I wish was still on the market though I understand why not, is paregoric. Anyone over 40 or 50 will remember how extremely effective it was. Much better than coke syrup or even Immodium, which is itself peerless otc today. I swear if I lived close enough to Mexico, I'd try to go and buy some paregoric - if I thought they'd let me bring it back across the border. Just in case I ever got sick again, which I haven't been for at least 2 decades.
Rats - that's awful. Is there anyone you could call?
I mean, to bring you something to eat? Maybe pay them later? Now I'm going to worry about you, especially tomorrow.
Well, it's almost impossible for me not to root for the Jesuits in any undertaking.
I can't pretend to be impartial.
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