TW: depression, mental illness, dependency (and yeah, this is going to look like a Dear Prudence question, I suppose.
Here’s a little something from Pete Wagner’s Buy This Book, (c) 1980. It was a college graduation present from some friends...
Yesterday I got home after a day at court and in my office, made dinner for myself and Child (Spouse teaches late on Mondays, so it’s mac & cheese & hotdog coins) and then decided I’d go for a short (6-mile) bike ride.
I’m not referring to the Gorsuch confirmation, though I could be.
So I was meeting with another attorney last night to try to unwrap a truly hideous marriage situation.
I have a client who
sometimes frequently misses appointments. So we made a deal that I would text him yesterday to remind him to be at my office at 2:30 today. Did that. It’s 2:48 and he’s not here.
Does anyone know where to get artificial strawberries 🍓 to make into resistance symbols? Or is that too subtle?
Does anyone here suffer from waves of low-level depression? I don’t mean (or at least I don’t think that it’s) clinical depression, but rather just a wave that comes over you for no reason for a day or a few hours? It’s deeper than the just “the blues.”
An old friend of mine (we were in grad school together, before he switched to law) posted this after Trump announced his nominee. I want to.point out that my friend is by no means conservative, and that his views may be subject to the influence of having worked with someone he found personable.
Last nigh/this morningt Child woke up at midnight complaining of stomach pain. They ralphed frequently until 2:00 pm, couldn’t hold anything down. 3:00 pm and we finally decided that this wasn’t going well and I drove them to the ER, expecting rehydration, etc. At 6:30 we were finally seen and—it’s appendicitis.
Yesterday I wore my newly-printed shirt that reads, across a background of barbed wire, a slightly misremembered line from this poem (I inadvertently removed the contraction—I have does not).
I live in a bedroom community closely attached to a Sanctuary City in the Northeastern US. Since I had to go to a meeting downtown anyway, I thought I’d drop in.
I first saw the Roches on SNL or Fridays, sometime in the late ‘70s. When I met Spouse, I heard their first album. Gone too soon.
Turns out, it kinda did:
No, not that. No, not that either.
Speaking from the Group W bench, whatcha get?
About a month ago, I spent a couple of hours on the phone figuring out how to get my dad from Florida to New England. The only flight I could get involved a five-hour layover in DC. So I made plans to fly down earlier, meet his plane, and spend the five hours with him. I planned to be at X airport at 7:00 this…