Several close friends and perhaps I should call them wingmen, although to clarify, at least one and possibly two or even if I include my neighbors several are doing wonderfully well.
I am not advising my divorced son-in-law about his decisions other than I reserved the right to harass him ever so lightly about health issues and I did also previously reserve the right to remind him of his obligations to my daughter. But I was greatly concerned about his mental health and happiness and let's face it, divorce is not good for happiness. I have quit trying to micromanage the world including my family and I've just stepped back and let God step in.
So I would like to report that of recent days he has found a woman that greatly appreciates him. I won't go into details but I am very very happy that he's very very happy.
I also have two Wing men although I have let you know that I don't always consider a close friend that's a woman to be a wing woman, for it's not poetical enough and I am above all a poet.
In fact, I'm beginning to see that this whole little neighborhood is my wingmen.
To shorten the story, I will mention that today was my debut into the neighborhood. I took my electric chariot which works out best for my lymphedema feet because if it rains I have my feet off the ground. So today on potluck day I started planning early by scouting out the facilities making sure that I could sit someplace that I could be comfortable with the electric wheelchair not wheelchair scooter.
One of my neighbors when I first got here was in a feud with my adorable neighbor. Of course I was concerned. And a group of people ladies that I met early seem to be bitter and wanting to gossip about everybody including some of my new friends?
But I forged ahead made plans and headed over with my contribution to the potluck and as I said it was the best day ever. The ones that had been enemies I found not because of me but because of just my desires and God's grace were now the best of friends. And because of a stupid mistake on my part, leaving the screen door open, when my adorable friend got back from her excellent job interview that looks like it's designed in heaven for her, a real job with real money, she came over and met my neighbor one of my friends because the cat which is like their child was outside one of the doors meowing. I was having a great time with my new circle of Friends whom I was shocked we're getting along so famously and I got a phone call from my adorable wingman and she wouldn't let me go until she came over and talked to me about the cat. When she came in to a place that she has never has been before, I discover that without my assistance and perhaps just my catalytic presence in the neighborhood that all of these Palestinian nation and Jewish Nation were now the best of friends. And I didn't do anything about it. Sometimes you just need to let go and let God.
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