Is that screeching I hear, the sound of Saul's car tires peeling out of Charterstone's parking lot? Ha ha ha... Mary fell for the old "I've gotta let the dog out" line. Saul and Greta are probably half way to Goleta by now.
Why use the blah euphemism “gets emotional” for “cries” or “weeps”? If Madi became angry at her father for abandoning her in her time of need, that would be “getting emotional” too. Meh.
Tomorrow: Mary tells Madi how Dear Jack has been with her in spirit since his leap in 1929.
Note: Mary hasn’t returned to St. Ann’s Church in several years. She has her own theology.
As someone more acquainted with grief than I'd like to be today's installment irritates me. Mindless, irrelevant cliches never help grieving people. Every grieving person is different. Every relationship lost through death is different. A single stupid cliche can't simply be randomly applied. Better to simply shut up and listen. Sorry for the serious.
Rumor has it that Mary has been watching old reruns of "the Ghost Whisperer" and is thinking about training to become one. Perhaps Madi would like a nice seance with Gram.
Madi probably doesn’t appreciate how many cards Mary went through down at the Hallmark Store to find these pearls of essential wisdom. No one ever really leaves us, Madi. That’s why you are here forever.
How lucky for Mary that the moment Madi showed up for lunch, she underwent a complete personality change, from angry, sarcastic, rebellious juvenile delinquent to wounded, grieving child. Although it would have been interesting to see what warm and fuzzy cliches Mary could have mustered to deal with a kid hurling her plate of cookies against the wall and telling her to go f--- herself.
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
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The tear slug is escaping from the outside corner of Madi's eye. Between that and her TBI hairstyle I'm a little creeped out.
ReplyDeleteIs that screeching I hear, the sound of Saul's car tires peeling out of Charterstone's parking lot? Ha ha ha... Mary fell for the old "I've gotta let the dog out" line. Saul and Greta are probably half way to Goleta by now.
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psssst, Wanders. Maggie is your daughter.
ReplyDeleteWhy use the blah euphemism “gets emotional” for “cries” or “weeps”? If Madi became angry at her father for abandoning her in her time of need, that would be “getting emotional” too. Meh.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow: Mary tells Madi how Dear Jack has been with her in spirit since his leap in 1929.
Note: Mary hasn’t returned to St. Ann’s Church in several years. She has her own theology.
But what does any of this have to do with Toby and the Charterstone meeting????
ReplyDeleteAs someone more acquainted with grief than I'd like to be today's installment irritates me. Mindless, irrelevant cliches never help grieving people. Every grieving person is different. Every relationship lost through death is different. A single stupid cliche can't simply be randomly applied.
ReplyDeleteBetter to simply shut up and listen.
Sorry for the serious.
Rumor has it that Mary has been watching old reruns of "the Ghost Whisperer" and is thinking about training to become one. Perhaps Madi would like a nice seance with Gram.
ReplyDeleteToday's (reluctant) Boldface Haiku is titled
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Really.
Spirit...
Over.
Madi probably doesn’t appreciate how many cards Mary went through down at the Hallmark Store to find these pearls of essential wisdom. No one ever really leaves us, Madi. That’s why you are here forever.
ReplyDeleteHow lucky for Mary that the moment Madi showed up for lunch, she underwent a complete personality change, from angry, sarcastic, rebellious juvenile delinquent to wounded, grieving child. Although it would have been interesting to see what warm and fuzzy cliches Mary could have mustered to deal with a kid hurling her plate of cookies against the wall and telling her to go f--- herself.
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