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The Witching Hour
At this point it looks as though Rob is going to The Witching Hour and I'm not. We can't afford for us both to go (heck, it's a stretch to send one of us) but he gets part of his expenses reimbursed as a member of the Board of Directors (and I'd resigned, remember?) And then there's the problem of what to do with the girls being in school.
So: treat him right, folks. And have fun without me. *sobs*
So: treat him right, folks. And have fun without me. *sobs*
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I've been saying that to myself for the last six months, too. It hasn't helped me feel better, although enjoying all the things that I gave up TWH in order to experience are helping on that front.
We can be woeful and self-pitying togather, and enjoy the company of friends and lovers just the same.
*is resolved*
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Pfooey! You'll just have to find some other reason to come. Maybe we can find some important conferencey thing - it's Boston. There are a round million schools. Somebody *somewhere* is having a conference at any given moment - to get you invited (and funded!) to come to.
I'm sorry - that's not really very sympthetic sympathy, is it? You probably don't care much about Salem, let alone its proximatey to Boston. The point is The Witching Hour, itself. And I really am sorry you won't be able to come. Consider that you are sending Rob to scout for a year, so that when you go /next/ year, you'll be fully prepared.
Or, you know, something like that.
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I, um, oh heck, just pretend I said pretty much the same thing as Calluna.
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Meanwhile, what Barb said. We really wish you could both come, and the girls, too, but such is life. We'll send him home with lots of gossip and maybe some tokens of (our) affection, and even give him time to pick up souvenirs.