CALL ME SNAKE

You don’t hear the word wonderful that much these days, and that started long before the current “recession.” Yesterday, I heard the word twice, in the span of an hour or two. First, a mother stopped me on the way out of the public school to say that she volunteers in the math class and wanted me to know that my younger daughter is “wonderful.” She didn’t say what she meant–in what way my daughter was wonderful–and I didn’t press for details.

A short while later, a friend (and noted blogger, who knew enough to get out while the going was good) reported to me that his relationship with a woman he started dating a month ago was going “wonderfully.” So as days go, I guess yesterday really was wonderful. Today is another story. I’m getting depressed about the recession. Or should I say recessed about the depression?