I started my weekend meeting my bff for dinner Friday night. It was so good to see her, it’s been too long. Me being the strong supportive friend that I am…once again was the one who let loose with the waterworks. I couldn’t help it, in her mom’s jewelry armoire she found a letter addressed “to my children”, it was written before her heart surgery in 2001. I’m misty eyed right now, as sad as it is, it’s a blessing that she has it. After dinner we hit Goodwill for half price day, we found a few deals, but we have a crappy store near us so it’s really hard to score a deal.
Saturday I spent the morning with CR. She was on a search for something called 5HTP which we did find although she didn’t buy it. She came with me when I had my eyes checked, good news I do not need a progressive just yet. My eyes actually haven’t changed at all in the last two years. My problem is the protein deposits on my contacts from crying…..really?
Next to where I get my eyes checked is a new consignment shop. Lucky for me all of her winter stuff was 50% off. I found a Halloween sweater that is totally kick ass with the original price tags and button covers attached for $10.00. Everything else I bought was red, I guess that’s my new color.
We went and had Greek chicken after that, she was so excited to share this little gem of a place with me. It was good but it didn’t excite me the way it did her. We walked that chicken off at the local home and garden show. It was fun, I don’t spend enough time with CR either.
I tend to forget that she is a counselor when I yammer on. Whenever she says something profound I always feel so guilty, she has had many a patient that at 7yrs old has had a nightmare of a life. Those poor kids didn’t have a choice, I made a bad choice, it’s not the same.
I had another house dream, this one I was wandering through different rooms. It was kind of dark but there were big victorian type roses all over the walls and on some of the pieces of furniture. I was opening some of the drawers when a voice said “I don’t keep a lot here, just a few sparkles”. I haven’t the foggiest idea what this one means. My inner self is used to that so I will keep getting dreams until I figure it out.
I had breakfast at PT’s this morning. T was home and one of PT’s oldest friends was there too. You know how sometimes you do something and later you’re mortified. Those actions make the best stories. I laughed my butt off this morning.
It was a weekend full of smiles and I will take as many of these as I can get! 🙂