Both feet in my mouth today, one and then the other. Here, enjoy:
I sent Asher to spend the weekend with his Godfather (the Batman) because suddenly I won't let him do anything and I'm ridiculously hyperaware of his proximity to me when Lochlan is present and honestly maybe we'll work our way up. To his credit he has been alert, aware and mindful of our privacy and we've even instituted easy, no-questions-asked code phrases so he'll just disappear and it's great. I'm not good at formally dismissing anyone and instead I just keep them. End a conversation? Not me. Never.
Then I scrubbed through the calendar to see if we have anything on for the weekend. It's a group Google Calendar and it keeps us afloat. The kids and I are being vaccinated. That's about it. Then next week an entry catches my eye. Corpus Christi.
I text Caleb. Why are we going to Texas? Can I not go?
What on earth are you talking about?
The Texas trip on the calendar. It's a pandemic. I'm not going.
I have nothing in Texas, Bridget. Check with Schuy.
Oh, true. But Schuyler doesn't have anything in Texas either. Or any trips in the next week. I run the gamut of men until I get to Sam. Sam looks like he's about to lose it and tells me to click on it.
Ahhh. 'Christian holidays calendar'.Except you've never mentioned it.
It's more old-school European orthodoxy. Not my...er...vibe for the church.
I spent two hours learning that a single click can sometimes answer everything, that's what I learned. Also that Corpus Christi is not only a place in the USA but a fancy Catholic dinner that falls sixty days after Easter.
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In other news, I am dead. One of my truly good friends (rhymes with Rory) sweetly offered a preview of some rough music he is working on and I laughed. Because there were so many words packed into his verses I couldn't keep up with any of it and it was very unrefined and I laughed before I could catch myself. He is usually a bit of a tempered soul and I cringed visibly while Ben hung his head in disappointment.
No, no, I want the criticism. She hasn't been wrong yet.
I'm a huge fan. I know what I want to hear from you.
Bridge- (Ben goes for damage control and gets dismissed.)
No, it's fine. Let me try something a little different and I'd like to bring it back.
I would love that. Again, I'm sorry.
Better you now than everyone else later.
(Oh fans, trust me. You're welcome. This was not good.)
I find him later and ask if he's okay with it.
Yes. What's wrong?
Last time I didn't like something you didn't speak to me for two years.
I
was immature then. I was high too. Clean now. It makes a difference.
Sadly it's harder to write but easier to have friends.
I nod. I see it with Ben.
It's fine, Bridge. Don't you worry about it. You've never done me wrong. I will rebuild bigger and better than ever.
You set the bar so high. I really had nothing to do with it.
God, you're sweet.
Am not.
Oh but you are. (That right there? The biggest compliment he's ever given me.)