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February 20, 2005

My life, the sitcom

I spent the weekend in San Clemente with Frinklin, as his mother was moving back to the Seattle area after living in Southern California for several years. On hand to assit with the move was Frinklin's dad, divorced from Frinklin's mom for many years. We helped the movers by sitting on the furniture they were trying to drag down a flight of stairs and by sleeping in while the in-laws dragged our vaccuum cleaner around the empty apartment. In all, a relatively normal, no frills sort of moving experience.

Except for one thing.

Five minutes after our arrival on Saturday morning, Frinklin's mother showed us a flashy diamond on her left ring finger. Frinklin and I looked at the ring, and then at eachother. My mother-in-law momentarily left the room to answer a phone call.

"Is that an engagement ring?" I whispered quickly.

"I don't know!" whispered back Frinklin.

Moments later, we were informed that after 17 years of marriage and 18 years of divorce, Frinklin's mother and father will be remarried this August on what would have been their 35th wedding anniversary.

I spend the weekend trying to help Frinklin cope with seeing something he gave up on at age 15--his parents back together. About every 2 hours he would turn to me and exclaim, "My parents are getting married again!" and then, "To eachother!"

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