I showed uncanny intelligence by talking to John about it. History has shown me that if I want to get more ammunition for how I already feel there are girl friends who are generous to give it. 

"You have every right to be mad. She is being a jerk."

But if I actually want to get perspective, John is my go to guy.

He was on the computer and after I blabbed for awhile he started searching through You Tube. I thought he was ignoring me but he had after all listened for five minutes to a whiny diatribe so I figured it was his turn.

"Look at this." The clip was of a hydrophobic spray that makes shoes or clothes impervious to liquid. Juice, chocolate sauce, and water all rolled off the surfaces leaving no trace. I wanted to play with it. If this was merely a distraction it was working.

"That's what you could do." He understated it. 

"Oh. Like water off a duck's back," I said. 

"Yeah." It was a novel idea. Obsessing was about as much fun as the car I saw stuck in a snow drift spinning its wheels. Not think about it. Why not?

 

I moved on to more interesting internal meanderings like predicting what will happen with the fabric I am about to chop up for another quilt. I was not even side swiped when she sent another barbed message. I swiped it away and went back to the cutting table.