So I'm in Massachusetts for Mother's Day weekend, and my youngest nephew is having his first communion tomorrow. Tonight, my mom, D and I went to Swampscott (a tony coastal town) to wander around and sample the local eats. I met a fabulous Hevanese named Iggy, and the little boy who was with Iggy was kind enough to take a picture of us. I also got some nice shots of the Swampscott beach and a little knit bunny my sister gave my mom. Since I don't have my USB cord here, I'll download them back in the city.
At dinner, Mom related the story about 2 feuding people at her job...Egbert and Gary. (Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.) A year ago, Gary got fed up with some stuff his boss, Egbert, was doing. Gary was foolhardy enough to send an email to Egbert, calling him out on his worst traits.
Egbert has not spoken to Gary since, except when it's absolutely necessary. Once Egbert was sick and had to ask Gary to take someone to lunch or something like that. Otherwise, he communicates by notes, hastily dropped in Gary's office when he's not there. If Gary's in the office, Egbert will back away and make silly small talk with whoever else is around. "Do you like your coat hanger?" he'll ask the other person.
If Egbert sees Gary at the other end of the hall, he'll beat a hasty retreat. Gary bought a pair of jingle bells so Egbert will know when he's coming. If Egbert sees Gary pulling into the parking lot, he'll drive a few minutes out of his way and come back, so they won't arrive together.
It strikes me that the whole thing is funny/sad. Egbert is 83, but he's acting like he's 8. I don't have energy for real grudges anymore. I still get mad at people, but maintaining the emotion is tough. I'm relieved.