Usually Mrs. Linklater is all about taking the advice columnists to task. She is the Andrew Dice Clay of the Ann Landers set. Some people have a calling. Mrs. L has a shouting match.
But now, strange as it may seem,
Mrs. L finds herself in a pickle. In fact, she's pretty deep into the
jar. Here is her tale of woe:
As Mrs. Linklater has aged, not
doing anything on the weekends has become her idea of a good time. She
prefers doing nothing that requires planning or more than three minutes
in the microwave. She hates to have to think about what she's going to
do when it means getting tickets for something, putting on clean
clothes, driving, that kind of stuff.
For instance, this weekend she had
hoped to do the Weekend Assignment and the Saturday Six at her leisure,
say sometime Friday night for the first one and sometime Saturday for
the Six. But no, she is supposed to go out and HAVE FUN with
FRIENDS who came to town and want to see HER. Yes, she loves
them. And she loves to spend time with them. That's not the point.
There's a wonderful dinner tonight.
A chance to see a ballgame tomorrow. Theater tomorrow
night. Let's not even talk about all the Mother's Day crap. Sorry
Mrs. Linklater just allowed a moment of unrestrained cynicism to
overtake her. As much as she loves her stepmother, her beloved
biological mother is dead. And her wonderful children are across the
country or across the pond. So she's not with the program much this
Here's the guts of the problem.
Turns out a another friend's daughter is getting married Saturday. This
is a friend for life. And Mrs. Linklater has known the daughter
since she came home from the hospital. In fact, the little blue
baby blanket Mrs. L never finished is up on the shelf of her closet
still. The ceremony is planned for just after the game ends. And
the reception will be held while Mrs. L is supposed to be with her
other friends at the theater.
Unfortunately, the invitiation Mrs.
L was supposed to get never showed up. And she just found out about the
nuptials, which are a three hour drive away. The conversation went
something like, "Hey, you coming or not?"
Not only did she not get the invitation, the bride's family will not be
well represented and since Mrs. L is considered family -- well, you get
There's no possible way she can do
both. That means she gets to feel guilty about whatever she misses. And
that pretty much just sucks.
So not only does Mrs. Linklater
have plans for the weekend, but it turns out she should have had other
plans for the weekend. When all she wanted to do is have no plans