Monday, August 3, 2015

August 3, 2015



Sleeping in a bed, my bed was so nice, I didn’t want to get up.  Even better, it “felt” like it was cloudy outside (not sure if it actually was or not), which made everything that much more perfect.  I was excited, though, about heading out to the Bay Area to finally meet my good friend of two years face-to-face.  We have spoken on the phone for countless hours, supported each other through some tough stuff, and today I would meet her.  I rounded up the kids eventually and, much to my chagrin, dropped them off at their dad’s.  Mags kissed me fare well, then popped in the house faster than lightening – but there was my boy, slowly, slothy (new word for Ethan!) getting his BMX out of the back, then walking slowly to my window with that gentle grin I treasure so much.   We bro-hugged (it’s our new thing) and he was off.  He’ll probably be 20 when I see him next week – that’s how things seem to go with these kids.  Maggie will be graduating from high school and he’ll be 20.  I remember when he was 3, he toddled up the very steep rock-covered drive way we have in Shingle Springs, holding something very special for me – it was a twig with a few leaves on it instead of a flower.  I saved that thing for ten years, til all the leaves fell off.  I actually may still have the twig somewhere….I’m that kinda person.

I headed to Concord, listening to my audio book, which made the drive that much faster.  Before I knew it, I pulled up in Angela’s drive-way and soon heard that voice, “Here comes trouble!” and there she was!  A gorgeous mess of red hair and green eyes that melt right through you.  It’s so neat for someone of my generation  to “know” someone so well without ever having met her, yet the internet and phone have contributed to that.  Thank Al Gore and Alexander Graham Bell!   Her friend, Angela, was just finishing curling her hair (I really need to look into these kinds of things again:  A) curling hair, B) cleaning home>  We soon headed for the Creek Chipotle (GottaEataPita, I think?) where I tried one of everything in my bowl and was soon overstuffed.  We sat and talked about delightful things, wonderful things, womanly things (yes – boobs were a topic of conversation).  

After, we walked around the lovely Pleasant Hill strip mall area, continuing our conversation.  At one point, we sat on a bench , a firetruck rolled by, Angela nudged me, I looked up, saw, smiled, waved, FireDude smiled and waved back – having seen the whole nudge action <yes, FireBoys, we think you’re hot> .  Then, as time grew later, we headed back to the car where there may have been a cupcake involved and most certainly a philosophical conversation on parenting with the store owner.  With promises to see each other again soon, I bid farewell to Jill and my new friend Angela and I headed home.  

Off to the gym, which I simply had to do, considering I’d missed the last two days.  There was a crossfit-like workout being done in the room I needed, however, so I stuck to cardio and a few weight machines and then went home to eat my lunch leftovers.  I saw definite possibility in cleaning the house while I listened to the audiobook, which is a huge plus.  Problem: inability to focus on what I’m actually doing as I listen.  I was listening so intently that I lost my bus keys out in the front yard somewhere (don’t ask) and then spent the next hour looking for them with a flashlight as the sunlight faded.  How the hell I did algebra singing along to Ratt in the 80s I have no idea.



And so, here I am – in bed (grinning), with not much cleaned and super tired, happy with the day.  I’m looking forward to my kids next week and I think I will write some papers this weekend to get that ball rolling.  I also have decided that I really need focus on good food this week.  I have said goodbye to foods I’ve never even had before and it is time to cut the cord, at least until cranberry season.

Pictures:  The Tribe; Jill!!; Angela and Jill help me be cool on a bench, but I just can't seem to look in the right area for these pics....

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