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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

An Academic Divorce

Today is one of those days; we buried my mother three years ago today, and I don't think I will ever get over it. Today was catstrophic, and proved that no good deed goes unpunished. I was compelled to resign as a volunteer from an academic group I have belonged to for 12 years. My husband has volunteered for over 8, and the president, who just got there about one year ago, felt compelled to attack him, to everyone in the organization. I am in trouble for defending my husband, who was trying to stand up for me. So, I let it go and resigned. It hurts, remarkably so, and the bleak blizzard swirling around us, devouring us in a white fog, is like a shroud over the whole experience. It is something Barbara Pym would have written about, but the whole, petty, nasty little situation has the absurdity of Lucky Jim. He is as upset as I am, but he still has to teach a seminar for these nasty little people on Sunday. I have to go with him so they don't kill him, after we go to another memorial, a one year event for our friend who died very young and very suddently last year. This is a sad, glum time of the year. It is very hard to get over it, and we've seen many all too familiar obituaries in the last two weeks alone.

We cope. I concentrate on my family, on my classes. I sent my aunt three boxes of Christmas bargains and Valentine candies, I try not to get upset, to turn the other cheek, to read and to listen to my music.

I made an easy moussaka last night, with eggplant, sliced deli roast beef, canned potatoes, fresh mushrooms, spaghetti sauce, basil, parsley, oregano, onions and garlic. I layered it and baked it all together, and spooned between the layers a mix of one egg, about one cup cottage cheese, and basil. I baked it for 60 minutes at 400%, and topped with a variety of grated cheese. It could be made meatless, with any type of sauce. We served it over thin spaghetti. Then, we waited to be buried in snow, and assaulted online. We long for spring, and I see seed catalogs out. I have some quinine seeds to plant in our marsh.

I also see in our local city mag awards for business adding green features, planting flowers, refurbishing and recycling. This is fairly new to us, and I'm glad to see it. Also, we've had many discussions among my friends regarding vitamin D, and sunlight. We have not had much, and it is getting to us.

As for me, I guess I'd say to those besetting us, give bad news in person or by phone; stop the email wars, grow up, and stop the verbal assaults. To K-K-K-KKKK H., and she knows who she is, I guess I say, grow up, and leave your pettiness at the door. If she needs to reaffirm her so-called leadership skills by maligning my husband, lying right and left and giving me a migraine, I don't know how to talk to her. I don't speak "playground" any more, not since I was 12. Stay safe, have a good evening, and tomorrow is another day!

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