Yesterday, right speech was difficult, because my husband and I were stressed about booking a place back East to stay for our daughter's fiance's parents' party six weeks after the wedding. It turns out there is a big race that weekend, and everything is booked in the areas of the city that we would want to be in, and we didn't want to stress the bridal couple's already stressful situation: he has been sick with a flu all week, she has been doing all the wedding appointments without him. But we were stressed as well, with the wedding details, but also all the business to take care of around my brother's estate, our son-in-law's injury to his hand, my aunt's death and my uncle's recovery from a stroke. We were all on edge.
Finally, I suggested our daughter play a game of scrabble with us while we waited for her fiance to get back from work. Yes, we were dealing with words, but in a playful way. We needed the distraction, as my daughter said. When the fiance arrived, he offered to look up places for us, and we just took a break without worrying over the situation any more. Sometimes quitting is the best policy. Maybe something will open up, maybe we'll have to have a room by the airport and drive a lot, maybe we'll cut the trip short or replan the whole time. But not this weekend. Our nerves are frayed. As my husband got in bed last night I told him, "Let's not say a word. No talk."
I thought of the old movie we'd seen on TV last night, "Meet Mr. Jordan" with Robert Montgomery, Claude Rains and Evelyn Keyes. It was a charmer, and Montgomery was delightful as a boxer who dies and heaven's Mr. Jordan tries to find him a new body, as there has been a mistake. Well, now that is a problem to talk about. It no longer seemed like booking a room in April was such a crisis.
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