Last week, of course I renewed this blog. Good for another year. No biggie there.
As it happens: A couple of weeks ago this day, my ex-wife called and asked for forgiveness. Now, forgiveness isn’t something Jesus gives us a lot of latitude about. A person offends you, then later asks forgiveness– you forgive. No if, and, or buts.
Last week, she called asking me if I would be willing to give her and her grand-baby a lift to see her son— not right away mind, but within a few months. Right away I have a problem, which is that the Grey Lady is NOT a 3-passenger vehicle. In fact, I can’t legally ride small children in it at all because there’s no place to secure a child-seat. There’s the driver’s seat and the shotgun seat— that’s it. Placing a child-seat in the shotgun seat is a no-no because of the airbag, which— in the unlikely event of a collision— could very easily kill the child. I would have to rent a car for the occasion, which jacks up the price of the trip remarkably.
In any case— it’s not to be. Within moments of that call she sent a text. If I don’t love her, just say so and she’ll quit calling. Uh, oh— trouble’s a-brewing. I sat on that one. Called again, wondering why I hadn’t answered the text. I needed time to think. That evening, she called twice in quick succession, then left a text saying she got the message. I responded to that text— and from there it went downhill on an express avalanche. By the end, I was a liar, evil she wished she had never called me and all the rest of it.
OK— the crazy is out of the way. I don’t usually block phone numbers, but this time it seems the thing to do. Still wonder why I don’t wanna do that again?