I went grocery shopping tonight and got stuck with a cart with stiff front wheels. It kept veering off to wherever it wanted to go, and we fought until I dropped it off in the parking lot cart holder.

And then I had dinner with Anna. So, you know, more of the same.

Well, usually, anyway. Tonight I was too sick to argue, and settled for a civilized conversation.

Anna: I saw Pastor Hoon at New Community a few weeks ago. I was his favorite Sunday School student.

Me: No, you weren't.

She: Yeah, I was. My name's Anna and his wife's name is Anna, so he used to say that all the Annas were pretty. And I spoke Korean well, too.

Me: Uh huh.

She: So I went and said hi. And he was like, "Uh..." His wife had to remind him that I went to Bethel.

Me: Hahaha.

She: And then Esther Kim saw him, and he was like, "Hey, Esther!"

She seemed to be doing well, finally settling down into her own. Time tends to do that, I guess. So when she asked me what to do about something, saying that she might actually listen to me for once, I didn't say anything. No more pushing, it's time to let go.