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weaselmomAll of Wednesday and Thursday were spent helping my best friends move 2,000 miles away. I feel like that cow (pig? don't have the book handy) in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe that encouraged patrons to eat it, pointing out which of its parts were especially succulent. "Hi! Let me drive you to the U-Haul place so you can get your truck now and hasten the process of leaving!" I have to assume that M, J, and the PMBs felt the same way as they were pitching in to help as well. But really, what else could we do? I guess we all could have gone off into corners and turned our backs and sulked. K & C would be just as gone but they would feel disheartened and betrayed as well.
It is so much easier to face other people's obstacles with a cheery and helpful disposition. I can buoyantly tackle challenges that, if they happened to me, would send me into catatonia. Every setback becomes an intellectual challenge, sort of a Rubik's Cube. And I can find the humor in the situation, even if it's just gallows humor, and I can help my friends laugh about it too. Laughing beats crying any day. Plus, having a third person involved made it much less likely that they would kill each other at some point.
So the cunning plan is that K & C would leave town very early this morning, after a good night's sleep. This puts them perilously behind schedule, and I hope they don't have to try to violate any of the laws of physics in order to get to the new place. I refuse to call it "their new home." I'm worried about them on this trip, and about the cats (one is traumatized and the other is plotting elaborate revenge fantasies), the old car, and the dilapidated and probably overpacked U-Haul. Mostly I'm worried that if anything happens, none of us can get to them and help. I do have a great car and a map of the United States and would go to them, but then what?
Take a deep breath. They are grownups, and they... Let's try this again. They are very smart people and they have been taking care of themselves (more or less) long before I met them... One more try. Dear Lord, please watch over and protect our beloved friends. They want to do this thing so very much, and we just want them to be safe and happy.
There.
It is so much easier to face other people's obstacles with a cheery and helpful disposition. I can buoyantly tackle challenges that, if they happened to me, would send me into catatonia. Every setback becomes an intellectual challenge, sort of a Rubik's Cube. And I can find the humor in the situation, even if it's just gallows humor, and I can help my friends laugh about it too. Laughing beats crying any day. Plus, having a third person involved made it much less likely that they would kill each other at some point.
So the cunning plan is that K & C would leave town very early this morning, after a good night's sleep. This puts them perilously behind schedule, and I hope they don't have to try to violate any of the laws of physics in order to get to the new place. I refuse to call it "their new home." I'm worried about them on this trip, and about the cats (one is traumatized and the other is plotting elaborate revenge fantasies), the old car, and the dilapidated and probably overpacked U-Haul. Mostly I'm worried that if anything happens, none of us can get to them and help. I do have a great car and a map of the United States and would go to them, but then what?
Take a deep breath. They are grownups, and they... Let's try this again. They are very smart people and they have been taking care of themselves (more or less) long before I met them... One more try. Dear Lord, please watch over and protect our beloved friends. They want to do this thing so very much, and we just want them to be safe and happy.
There.
