Alas, Mehrlicht is over (spent blissfully with Twin), and real life resumes. Today was one of THOSE days. Actually, there are many different types of THOSE days, so let me be more specific. This was one of THOSE difficult, dragging, sagging, tear-streaked, occasionally downright bawling, desperately miserable and miserably desperate, what's the point, I just want to go home and go to bed and sleep for the next three to four hundred years days.
And unfortunately, that's a litote (Greek for understatement. Okay, here comes an impromptu major tangent: How well I remember learning the word litote. I had been dating my ex, Nosson, for a little while, and met him in a classroom at Yeshiva University, where he was studying for the Rabbinate. In one of his classes that day, the Greek antonyms, litote and hyperbole had come up. Hyperbole I knew - I think quite a few people know it - but litote?? Totally cool, dude! Nosson - that's my ex - called me many things - all of them nice, by the way - but one of them was Hyperbole Hempel, in honor of my sometimes burbling enthusiasm. Another was Hoover Hempel, a reference to the way I seemed to inhale any food I particularly enjoyed. Actually, Nosson proposed to me in that same classroom, giving me his grandmother's engagement ring. When we divorced, I wanted to give it back to him, because of its associations for him, but he insisted I keep it. I still have it, of course. I would never sell it, and I am reluctant to wear it. It doesn't look like today's engagement rings, but I still know its provenance.)
Okay - let's return from memory lane. I hope my spirits pick up, but I have a feeling it might be several days. Of course, I can be a master of (benign) mendacity. When I have to put a good face on things, I can. I'll just have to wait for the "winter of my discontent" to be "made glorious by the sun of . . . " ---- who knows?
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