As it turns out, not going to the Bahamas was a blessing in disguise. When the wine starts flowing, so do mouths. Our country is so divided right now politically, and sadly that has seeped into the coven. One comment led to another comment and the heated debate was on. I knew SSP would be the neutral one, as that is her nature. Even if she holds beliefs that are not the same as others she does not stir the pot nor inflame a a tense situation.
Maybe this is why SSP and I are "soul sisters." We don't throw gasoline on fires. Maybe it's because we both have relatives who are on opposite ends of the political spectrum, and having different viewpoints is not something that we think of as a big deal - nor do we personally shame and ridicule anybody who does not share our viewpoints.
I feel so badly for PMF. She grasciously opened up her home and ended up getting yelled at and insulted by guests. PMF did not start the argument.
I hope this all blows over. I love all of them too much to let politics get in the way. I hope they feel the same way eventually after time calms the emotions.
It's been a week of weirdness.
My son was in a serious car accident coming back from Reno. The car is totaled. It's a miracle the car spun the way it did and the back ended up taking most of the impact. They were lucky in that regard. My son-in-law drove from San Jose to Reno to pick him and bring him home.
The very same morning my son was in the car accident in Reno, I got my bumper tapped on 101 just north of Todd Road. We both pull over to the shoulder to assess the damage. Here it is a guy I work with who was heading to the very same meeting I was. I started laughing. He was sooooooo embarrassed. There was zero damage that he caused. Sure, my bumper has a couple of very minor scrapes, but it had nothing to do with him tapping it. We both arrived at the meeting at the same time. He walked into the conference room and said, "Hey everybody, guess who I bumped into today."
Other weird things kept happening this week. I'm going to blame the full moon.
My daughter's favorite chicken died unexpectedly.
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