Elapsed Time

A while back, I was going to write a post titled "Problem Solved." That's when AA decided to eliminate contact with BB and BB's family.

Then things were such that I was going to write a post titled "It's Nice To Be Wrong." That's when it seemed like everything was close to being normal with AA.

Right now? I'd just be happy if I saw a feasible way out.

I Stand Corrected

It is entirely possible that AA never checked their messages.

Lovely.

AA refuses to return my calls.

It Would Feel More Comfortable If My Head Actually Exploded

Background:

• AA has a history of needing to be the centre of attention and always right. About everything. Just ask AA.
• BB is not nearly as concerned as I am about social niceties. (Which, as near as I can tell, is a lot more fun.)
• BB has overlooked a lot of AA's negative behaviour over the years.

The Trigger:

• Something AA did, lead to a series of events, whereby BB spoke BB's mind in the heat of the moment (without regard for social niceties).
• AA took strong offence at this (the speaking of the mind and the disregard for social niceties).

The Present:

• AA is refusing to acknowledge their contribution to the trigger.
• AA is refusing to acknowledge BB's existence. (But AA is willing to carpool with BB.)
• I'm stuck in the middle and can't find a way out.

HELP!

Stuck In The Middle

Again.

Today I Am Grateful

That we have run across some wonderful health care professionals in the course of investigating a minor physical anomaly of wM's. They've been respectful and knowledgable and generous with their time. And even though their services are not covered by our provincial health plan, they have at times, provided services without charge.

Thank you.

This week's ...

favourite song:

I Can't Spell Hippopotamus

I can spell hat, H. A. T.
I can spell cat, C. A. T.
I can spell mat, M. A. T.
But I can't spell hippopotamus.

I can spell hop, H. O. P.
I can spell mop, M. O. P.
I can spell top, T. O. P.
But I can't spell hippopotamus.

H. I. P. P. O...(I know!)
And then comes P. O. T.
But that's as far as I can go,
And that's what bothers me. Gee!

I can spell dog, D. O. G.
I can spell log, L. O. G.
I can spell hog, H. O. G.
But I can't spell hippopotamus.