Arranged Marriage
I am puttering around being all nervous. I am nervous enough about marathon training--I keep having morbid fantasies that my hip explodes and with its force I am sent flying through the plate glass gym windows like a helpless rag.

But this nervousness is about selling my little house. I put so much into renovating it, and I swear I am still carrying six pounds of it in my lungs. When she got a top billing on Brownstoner I held my breath against nasty comments. I was counting up how many "first dates" she had. And how many "second dates."

And I realized that if I put this in the context of dating, with all the obstacles, unmet expectations, misalignments and jockeying for position, yeah, of course I am going to be in agony over it.

But then a suitor broke away from the pack. She got asked to meet the parents. And the bride price was settled upon. And now she is engaged. To a doctor, no less! I kvell!