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February 16 Small World It's been rainy and windy here lately, so I was not surprised last week when I met a stranger in the bathroom at my therapist's office who was soaked through because the wind had snapped her umbrella and rendered it useless. Her hair was done for (though I lied and told her it looked okay) and her pants needed a go in the spin cycle. She was angry at her umbrella, but I don't think you can blame the umbrella. An umbrella in the South on a gusty day is the tool of the optimist. The realist simply resigns himself to getting wet and leaves the umbrella in the car.
Leaving the office, I made an impromptu stop at a Starbucks that I never visit. Yes, I was living, really living! I recognized the employee taking my order as the same guy who had given me a massage about a year ago. We talked, turns out he is a massage therapist who makes coffee at Starbucks too. Then, the barista handed me my decaf skinny mocha and I recognized her as a fellow patient at physical therapy. We talked awhile and I left, pondering the coincidence of knowing both of the Starbucks employees from different times and places.
Arriving at Tire Kingdom, my final destination, I looked up and spotted the still soaked lady from the therapy office. I told her about meeting two acquaintances at the Starbucks and laughed that I was seeing her again on the same day. I told her I was claiming it as a good omen.
February 03 I Can TellToday, while taking my walk and listening to my ipod, one of my favorite songs came up, "We're Going to be Friends" by White Stripes. Here are the lyrics:
fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell brand new shoes, walking blues climb the fence, book and pens i can tell that we are gonna be friends walk with me, suzy lee through the park, by the tree we will rest upon the ground and look at all the bugs we've found then safely walk to school without a sound well here we are, no one else we walked to school all by ourselves there's dirt on our uniforms from chasing all the ants and worms we clean up and now it's time to learn numbers, letters, learn to spell nouns, and books, and show and tell at playtime we will throw the ball back to class, through the hall teacher marks our height against the wall and we don't notice any time pass we don't notice anything we sit side by side in every class teacher thinks that i sound funny but she likes the way you sing tonight i'll dream while i'm in bed when silly thoughts go through my head about the bugs and alphabet and when i wake tomorrow i'll bet that you and i will walk together again cause i can tell that we are going to be friends
The song makes me happy and I automatically think of my best friend, Chris. We used to walk to school together and do all kinds of crazy things. Chris passed away several years ago and this song brings her close to me all over again.
November 15 Buddha CatDeborah and Rusty came in from Texas yesterday and I took a photo of her and Rusty (a.k.a. "Buddha Cat)"
Rusty is the most relaxed cat you can imagine who loves to give hugs.
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