Thank you all for checking in, wondering where we have been these past couple of weeks.
Kay has blasted off on a mission to the land of Liberty prints, pet rabbits named Iman, and much-needed fun. I am so dead jealous that I surf hotel listings in London. Kay, I am there with you on your travels. (You can see what Kay’s seeing in her Twitter feed down in the right-hand column below.)
As for me, I’ve been on a mission to absolutely nothing.
I’m just going to say it: this has been an awful week. An awful month, actually. I mean: I’ve never bought a one-way ticket to Florida before, and I’ve never been involved in an intervention before. I am here to tell you that there are few things in the world more upsetting than having someone you love look you in the eye and choose the bad path.
This has been brewing for a while now, and it came to a head over the weekend, and it didn’t work. I mean, it didn’t work at all. We weren’t starry eyed about the likelihood of success, but we did feel like we had to try to connect. I won’t go into the details, though honestly I don’t even think this person would care if I put every single detail of it up here on the Internet. But it doesn’t really matter. It was predictable in almost every way–if you’ve ever seen the reality show Intervention (which I haven’t, but people keep mentioning it to me), this one was apparently like that.
We are all heartbroken. It’s the worst thing ever. I’m glad we went, but I am sorry as hell that it didn’t work.
I took her a scarf I made, but I didn’t get to give it to her.
I wonder what she’s doing right now. Actually, I know what she’s doing, and that’s what makes it so hard.