This past November, there was a problem with a group I was working with. It all had to do with music and harp, an inexplicable and unnecessary rude email from one of the leaders to me, and an unexpected invitation that same day from another group that helped salve the wound (a group I am happily working with now). I don't want to go into details since this is a public blog, but suffice it to say, it was so disappointing. I have moved on, but still am flabbergasted by the whole sequence of events.
There was a special event planned for February with the old group, that I was so looking forward to. I had blocked out a series of days from my work schedule to accommodate this. When everything fell apart, I had this rare lengthy time off. Paul had not been feeling well, basically from Thanksgiving to Christmas. When thinking of a gift for him for Christmas, I thought time at the beach would be therapeutic. Plus we had enough points on one credit card to cover two airline tickets, enough on another to cover the rental car. So I booked a long weekend in Florida. We had a lovely time.
I made sure, on the evening of the event that I was not part of, that Paul and I were drinking cold champagne in a warm place. And celebrating our lives together.
