Finally, no politics, except to say that the word from abroad is thumbs up. I have a couple of pen pals in Europe and they seem pleased with the affable, intelligent man we’ve elected president. I also have optimism about his character and what that alone will do for our country.
I know I am weird [...]
Here’s an update on my son Matthew’s medical condition.
Derrick Jackson of the Boston Globe published a great column today that shows who’s for the wealthy and who’s for the middle class in this election. If for no other reason, read it for the Elmer Fudd analogy.
BetsyG couldn’t bring herself to support Obama after Hillary lost. Would she vote for McCain, a Republican? Read about how she made her decision.
BetsyG rambles about writing for her blog, the Red Sox apparent loss to Tampa Bay, and her 10-year-old’s sudden turn to adolescence.
On Wednesday, I wrote my woeful piece on the anxiety surrounding my son’s echocardiogram. In fact I am very blessed to have many wonderful friends who are with me when I need them. The support of my friends it has really bolstered me.
Mr. S broke up with BetsyG, blindsiding her. Here she reflects on what failed.
BetsyG gets a strange postcard.
BetsyG’s new furniture got delivered, and then she figured she needed even more! More relationship truisms here as well.
BetsyG thought she was out of things to write about, but it turns out she had plenty to say about Mike, a birthday present, and a dilemma. What do you think I should have done?
BetsyG likes to write even more than she likes to talk. Her essays have been published in the Boston Globe Magazine. She has children who would be horrified to be associated with her and her blogazine. BetsyG is a happy divorcée and, suffering from a bad case of arrested development, has no idea how old she really is; her deluded belief is that she's your age, whatever it may be.
