I attended the monthly meeting last night for a group of which I am a member.
Despite my little blog here where I detail much of what goes on with me, there are still people I know in real life that are just now learning of the recent happenings with me. One such person stopped me last night to inquire after my personal state of mind in light of the fact that I am recently separated and currently not working.
“Are you…okay,” he asked meaningfully, looking me straight in the eye.
And, of course, my first inclination was to press the back of my hand to my forehead and stare dramatically into the middle distance while responding in my very most emotionally restrained Gloria Swanson voice (with just the barest hint of a Boston accent), “Yes, dahling, I’m fine…Don’t worry about me, dear!” while quivering my lower lip almost imperceptibly.
Because, is it just me or is it, like, REALLY hard to resist the temptation to over act like a thirties movie star in these situations?
While all this flashed through my head last night (including a bit where I strode a few steps away, rested my hand on a nearby table and gazed pensively out the window toward the river [because I was at Whaler’s Catch near the river] and added, “These things happen…” in a Gloria Swanson whisper), what I really said was,
“Actually, I’m doing pretty well.”
Because, believe it or not, I think I am.
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5 comments:
yes you are dareling and you look marvelous darling..
It's true...you are Absolutely Fabulous!
Just found your blog :) Wanted to stop by and say "hello!"
Rock on, MzBizzy! Or should I say, Fizzy on, MzBizzy!
You are *freaking* dahling, Dahling.
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