I'm still mad about Thanksgiving, and the more distance I get on it, the madder I get. The world is such a nutty and mean place; it seems ridiculous to have to go to your own family to get bad treatment. At the same time, I'm still kicking myself over my slow realization of how unwelcome we truly are, and how welcome the "real guests" are, year after year. OK, one of the weirdest aspects of the whole thing is that one of the players is... a psychotherapist. One of the least sensitive and perceptive ones I've ever met, but one nonetheless. And somehow he thinks that behavior that's unbecoming of a three-year old is appropriate in a septaugenarian. And it's also frustrating because at one time, I *was* welcome in that household, and I felt like I was developing a nice relationship with that part of the family. Alas.
OK, back to being thankful for so much else, and especially so many other people, starting with Robert, and moving on to other friends and acquaintances who seem to value having us in their lives.
We've (R&I) scheduled a little getaway after Christmas, to the cape, to our current favorite b&b. I'm already looking forward to walking on the beach and sitting in the hot tub and just being there.
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