Auf Wiedersehen, Archie!

My oldest friend's six months' old flirtation with Archie Bunker is officially over. After only two dates, lots of emails and many dashed hopes on her part, she's moving on. Yea!

She's signed up for eHarmony and is going out with a lawyer on Saturday afternoon! Yea!

I don't care that he's a lawyer, she does. But I care that it's happening Saturday. For, if it's Saturday, then she's not spending this weekend with her cousin's family up in the mountains, 90 minutes away from her Beverly Hills home. I think this is a very good thing because her cousin is never going to be the support system my friend and her kids need. Instead of fleeing every weekend, spending an hour and a half in the car, she's going to be in her own neighborhood.

I wish she was putting down roots in Beverly Hills by attending a church or volunteering or joining a book group, because tying your wagon to a man is never a sure thing. But I'm happy she's reaching for happiness, right there where she is. Because, as Col. Potter once said on M*A*S*H, "If you're not where you are, you're nowhere."