Monthly Archives: February 2010

‘Tis.

Every morning I see this picture after I open the door to my closet…

…and I say, “Why, thank you. I think I will.”

Oddly?

I think I will.

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1,000 Miles

Right before senior year of high school I dated this guy for the summer.  It was 1985.  That’s long enough ago to make a silver wedding anniversary.

A few years ago we caught up with each other and I learned he was in San Francisco, married and raising a family.

Then he popped up again a few weeks ago sending me a friend request on facebook.  He said he’s divorced and living in AZ.  I said, oh yeah?  I’m divorced and living in KS.

We’ve been talking on the phone alot.  The thing I remembered most about dating him when we were 16 was the day the doorbell rang and my little sister and mom yelled “Krissy!  Come here!” and he’d spelled out “Krissy I love you” in sticks of juicy fruit gum on the porch.

What he remembers most is my dartboard with a picture of my ex-boyfriend in the middle with his eyes torn out.  (I had forgotten all about that! hee).

I’m going to Tucson to visit my sister soon.  Am I going to see the cowboy?  Yes.  I’m excited.

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Beautiful Girl

I love Andrea’s hair.  Over the past few months she’d say, “I wonder what I’d look like if I cut my hair?” and I’d say “NOOOOO!”

It was a love we have in common, at least, because she tells me to never cut my hair so I can be a pretty granny with long, gray hair.  Nice.

Photo booth pictures of Andrea and friend and Andrea’s hair:

Ryan and Andrea’s hair:

Off to get a trim:

But wait!  Dude talked us into getting some length off!  LOVE it!  (It’s still long).

Oh it doesn’t stop there.  Me before:

My hair:

And after:

Still technically long but it feels damn good to have that old, old hair chopped off and thrown in the trash.

(But I am glad our hair grows like weeds.  Don’t think I’ll be cutting it soon).

This weekend was mother/daughter weekend at A’s college.  Friday night was music and dessert…

and gabbing with all the other mothers and daughters.  Saturday was a fancy brunch.  They took our picture which I cannot wait to get because after some snapshots like this:

…Andrea stood up and declared that she didn’t like this stuffy, old-fashioned posing and hugged me tight instead.  We saw that picture on the monitor and it’s fantastic.

At one point in the banquet, they played a video of some of the girls saying stuff to their mothers.  It was hard to take pictures of the screen because I was trying not to cry, but right when Andrea said on camera, “and mommy I know you’re probably starting to cry about now…” is exactly the point I was losing it.

She knows me well.

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Can’t say God doesn’t know me.

I once read you can tell an angel is near if you catch a whiff of flowers in a room in which there are none.

Every Sunday I smell comforting, tantalizing meat slow cooking all day long.  Maybe someone in my building has a tradition… but I think it’s my pot roast angel!

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Support

Facebook has made it simple to let someone know you appreciate their picture or status with a simple click of the “like” button when you don’t feel like writing out a comment.  For instance, Andrea’s latest status:

But check out her boyfriend’s recent admission… and one of his friends’ reponse:

That makes me laugh!

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41 and thrice divorced

  1. I did the rush thing.
  2. I did the absolutely refuse/no way in hell/not ever again but then gave in thing.
  3. I did the damn slow and cautious thing.

It’s time I do nothing.

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Fucked

I cannot do this life alone.  But what if I can’t do it with anybody else, either?

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Earth’s Crammed With Heaven – Eliz Barrett Browning

When I was a kid I loved watching my parents drink coffee.  I loved the smell and the way it burbled when the waitress topped off their cups.  I always figured I’d drink coffee as an adult, too.  I’d leave red lipstick marks like mom and clang the spoon on the saucer like my dad.  Disappointingly I never acquired a taste for it.

The other night I called Andrea and she was out with friends “getting a coffee.”  Well!  In my mind she sounded grown up in a way even I will never get to be.

I was so entertained by the image that when she came up today I decided I had to see her drink coffee so after we dropped off her car to get an oil change, I drove us to the Plaza Barnes & Noble to look at books and talk in the cafe.

Walking from the parking garage to the bookstore, we came upon a man sitting Indian-style on the cold sidewalk holding out a cup.  Andrea went up to him and said “Hi!  Do you need some money?”  I hid a chuckle.  She got some cash out of her purse, put it in his cup and we walked into the store, arms entwined.

When we met up later in the coffee shop, she showed me her purchase of Blue Like Jazz:  Nonreligious thoughts on Christian Spirituality.  Very cool, I told her.  I read it years ago and thought she’d like it.

So I watched her drink her coffee – wasn’t the same at all out of a Starbucks-type paper cup and she doesn’t wear lipstick – while I drank my hot chocolate and we talked.

When we left the store she went straight over to the man on the sidewalk.  She handed him her bag and said, “I got this for you.  It’s really popular – a lot of people like it and I hope you’ll read it.”  What?  I was thinking, oh God…  The protective mother rises up and wants to protect her idealistic college freshman from hurt feelings or disappointments.  But the man expressed his thanks.  Gave her a great smile.  Promised he’d read it.

When we pulled out of the parking garage into the sunlight we saw him doing just that, mouthing the words and everything.

But none of that is the best part.  The best part is what Andrea said after.  “I’m glad he didn’t say, ‘I’m homeless – what am I supposed to do with this?'”  Because that told me she knew that was a possibility.  That told me she knew books or five dollars or I’ll pray for you‘s aren’t what saves people.  God saves people.  From people who truly need food and shelter and a book maybe to wipe their ass, to people just out for cash to feed an addiction.

But Andrea didn’t want to save anyone.  She just wants to love everyone.  And I felt it.  Remember how the Who’s in Whoville made the Grinch’s heart grow three sizes?  Andrea made my heart smile today.  I actually felt it.

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