Sunday Mornings

Once upon a time, May and I shared a magical Sunday morning. Breakfast together, walking to work together in the crisp morning, greeting the foggy headed strollers intent on exercise, and the corny romantic masterstroke- playing the song sunday morning as we did it.

There's a flip-side Sunday to compare now.

But after the near tireless efforts that I put in, I came in at 10am cautious and extraodinarily tired. More dead than alive I was still buoyed by good news for my beloved. A long story short, two people with vastly different personalities clashed, both have astonishingly similar tales of A,B,C,D and the ultimate sacrifice on the altar of hospitality- "affects service". I tried to play the role of mediator and had managed to convince partyA to come to the table, but didn't have the ability to convince partyB to do the same since there were some major trust issues involved.

But on Sunday, I'd persuaded one to talk rather than quit, to reveal her side of the coin and to give our honcho the chance to preside over the issue. Personally I would have preferred a long drawn out mediation and forced them to sort it out. But since that (or a boxing ring) only works on guys, the separation approach was pursued. It's a shame that this had to occur, since originally the three of us were friends and we'd go out for drinks together. Now there are clear lines drawn in the sand and it's up to the other party to show her maturity. I hope there's a light at the end of the tunnel for everybody.