I have been sleeping so nicely since the temps dropped – actually I think a big part of it may be the Magnesium supplements, but let’s pretend I’m supplementally sufficient. I had a Very Important Luncheon Date to prepare for, so I showered, dressed and hit the road.
<This doesn’t “count”, but insert a VERY long paragraph about people driving in the left lane>
I think it has been since 1989, 27 years, since I have seen Tim. Of the few remaining English class memories I have (junior high and sophomore year until I returned from my car accident – then I was moved into an easier class; I looked through yearbooks and even with pictures cannot recall the teachers), Tim is there. I wanted to introduce him to the best Middle Eastern cuisine I have ever had, but they were closed, so we walked to a different restaurant and spent the next several hours talking.
I miss talking…I’ve missed conversing with someone. Yes, I see people at shows, yes, I have some dear friends that I’ve met through the Mother Hips, but the talking for hours…yeah, that. We went through drinks (me, 2 pee-trips worth of water; him, a fancy beer that was complexly “hoppy”) and appetizers while we spoke. We watched (by proxy) the Giants clinch the wildcard while we spoke. This man, this former kid who sat behind me in class – so many complimentary words , so much kindness from this man who made me feel like I was the most beautiful thing on Earth. I felt a bit guilty because this time, I was doing all the talking. He even said he could help me with my b
ook….
And soon, far too soon, I had to go. It was an at-least two hour drive home, probably more not only because of the usual weekend traffic heading back to the hills, but also earlier Hardly Strictly fans, and the Giants game ending. Please insert another paragraph about You-Know-Who Drivers. I’m getting closer to finishing The Martian on audio book, but it’s so technical at points that I tune out and don’t really focus on what is happening. Too linear….
At home, the rain had mostly fallen, but I was granted audience to exceptional cloud formations. The boy had prepared the stove: soon a fire was blazing as Ethan and I watched The Finest Hours. Mags, in all her “togetherness” reviewed for an upcoming math test. Another weekend passed by far too quickly. Still – I’m pumped about my J-desk at work. I have plants for extra-oxygen, a picture frame of the kids in their younger years for inspiration and lots of Dixon-Ticonderoga pencils (the world’s best pencil!) for notes. Surely it’ll be a terrific week. `
Pictures: Goodbye, City. Hope to be back soon; Beautiful clouds
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