My daughter and I got a lot more done yesterday, and the only part bothering me is the florist. He won't send the bill. Probably he thinks he's being tactful or something, but it makes me afraid he won't show up. He's actually stressing me out. When my daughter contacts him he says it's in the mail this week, but that has been happening for several weeks. Sometimes right speech is just communicating to people what you're doing and why. Ever since my therapist told me about her son's wedding, when the florist turned out to be a drug addict and flaked, and the family was making bouquets in their back yard the day of the wedding, I've been haunted by that image. I suppose the florist could have taken the money in a timely manner and also skipped, but somehow I irrationally feel his being paid cements him to the event.
It's like the waiter at a restaurant to holds back from presenting you with the bill, out of sensitivity and not to rush you. Mostly, it feels awkward to me to have to motion him/her over and ask. Maybe this is more my problem than the florist's. I've got a European style florist and I'm a midwestern American!
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