That's what Humphrey Bogart says the problems of two people don't amount to in this world, right before he puts Ingrid Bergman on that plane beside Paul Heinreid in Casablanca. See, Bogie knew that, though he and Ingrid were in love, there were other things, bigger things, things of more consequence, and therefore, he was prepared to ignore his own petty-by-comparison problems in order to focus on the Big Picture. After all, what is one little love affair when contrasted against the future of the French Resistance during WWII.
All of which is a very roundabout way of saying that I was going to put up one of my usually deliciously whiny posts about some-such-thing-or-other, when in my blog-hopping, I hit on one of my favorites, The Lucidity and Lunacy of Millicent Frastley. Those of you who have frequented Mil's blog and mine know that we have much in common. We're L.A. women, in our forties, back at school, trying to better our lives. In fact, for a brief, dizzying moment, as I commented on one of her posts, I thought I might actually be Millicent Frastley.
Well, I'm not, as it turns out. I met Ms. Frastley this weekend when she was courageous enough to attend a musical revue I was singing in on Saturday. I mean, Deirdre Cooley (of Best Available) came, too, but she's been to the Hollywood Bowl with me, and has at least heard me sing the National Anthem. She knew more or less what she was getting. Millicent Frastley had never even heard me speak before Saturday. Yet, she and her sweet beau, Manpants (as we have come to know and love him), were there, and were very kind and gracious afterward. It was very good of them to come, especially since she's going through a kind of a rough time right now. Her post, When Lives Collide with Sharp Objects, is a very well-written piece about time and family and complex relationships and what's really important when it comes right down to it.
In light of that, I think I'll save the deliciously whiny post for later. Because, when it comes right down to it, when you look at the Big Picture, it doesn't matter a hill of beans.
Best of luck to Mil and her sister over the next several weeks.