She has the most artfully decorated blog I know, and she changes it seasonally.
Today I was sitting in my partner's office jealously listening to her stories of her meeting in Vegas last week. A female barbershop quartet was in the transcription area crooning something barbershop quartet-ish, "Let me Call You Sweetheart," I think. Or something similar that worked OK with the gender transposition, those songs all blur together for me. I could see another pathologist - not the sender's husband - he happened to be working in Conway and I guess the wife forgot or didn't know - smiling encouragingly at the four singers, but obviously a little embarrassed to be the unwitting recipient of the misguided song-gram. Flowers decorated most of the transcriptionist's desks. I asked Michelle,
"She does this for him every year?"
"Yes. This is the same song as last year, I think."
"I've never heard it, I guess because I'm out in the hall."
"Every year. Since I've been here anyway."
I think she's been here seven years. That's quite a tradition. Suddenly she looked me in the eye. "Is it hard for you?"
I was completely confused. "Is what hard?" Vegas? The case I brought to show her? What was she talking about? Suddenly it clicked. "Oh! Do you mean Valentine's Day? No! Not at all." I smiled. Being single? Finally feeling independent after struggling in a doomed marriage for years? Happy, well adjusted kids despite everything we've been through lately? Wonderful civility in dealings with my ex, which seems to be improving as he and I both move on in our own lives? Nothing to be sad about on this Valentine's Day.
She laughed. "Well, obviously not!"
Hope everyone is having a blissfully Happy V-day.