So I usually don’t like to spill the dirt on the latest boy saga. I’m not really the Carrie Bradshaw type who will share the trials and tribulations of the single life. One, because you never know who can end up reading this - including the subjects I may speak about (as well as the parents, or my future self). And two, because I’m fairly waspy and private (says the person with a personal blog). But I have to share the latest saga in abbreviated form. I have the delusional impression that my married kin appreciate the voyeuristic look back into a singleton life. This last month I saw not one, nor two, but three boys come back into my life. Now two of them I’ve kind-of moved on to the friend stage in my head. I was enamored with them initially (which is a pattern I’ve noticed) but the timing was off. They’re great guys and I’m happy to have them in my life as friends. Although it’s not clear that’s where they are in their heads - talk about timing. Granted there is still a certain attraction there for me. But is there something to say about attraction being based on them being attracted to you? You know - you like being liked so you like the person that is liking you?
Now, of the three guys, I was dumb-struck by one of them (who will remain nameless). We got together for drinks the other night again and just really hit it off. I felt more connected with him than anyone else before. It’s the closest I’ve come to finding a kindred spirit or a soul mate or any of that Hollywood stuff that seeps into your mindset and puts a goofy grin on your face. Usually, after I meet someone I’m interested in, I’m concerned about the next steps and all that stuff. Should you call, or play it cool, or what? I over think my game. It’s so lame considering I’m pretty good at the same relationship building that’s needed in the business world. But I get all nervous about this stuff, no matter how much practice. And yet with this guy - no problem - I wasn’t in a rush, like I just knew it would all work out. It was some strange zen trance. And then a few weeks passed and I reverted back to the old ways, wondering.
Of course, when it rains it pours but the one you want you can’t have and the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Right?
I’m off for dinner with #2 at a cool place I haven’t checked out yet - some fun gastropub that’s popped up. And I’m really excited about hanging out with my true #1 guy tomorrow morning in a bouncy castle. He may only be 2 years old but man, do we know how to have a good time! End boy rant.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Aww Moment
Thought I had three aww-moments that people have told me in passing this last week. Can only remember two, hopefully the third will come to me by the end of this post.
1. Visiting my friend Cece on her birthday she shared with me that morning that Cam (my god-son) had come in while she was getting ready for the day and declared that it was Mom’s birthday! Not Cam’s birthday, or Maggie’s birthday (his sister), or Sue-anne’s birthday, or Dad’s birthday - but that it was Mom’s birthday. Just melts my heart that I got family billing in his little mind. Especially since I only get to see him a few times a month if I’m lucky.
2. After realizing that I did not have a fever and wasn’t sick, but that it was just really hot and humid at the end of September, I schlept over to JP and had a nice dinner outside on a friend’s back porch. It was just over a year ago that we were all together at Dawn and Bill’s wedding up in NH. Bill followed up the next day with this email of a story (they had forgotten to share that evening): “We went back to the orchard for our anniversary last week and had lunch in Walpole. Dawn was wearing the shawl and a woman passing by us literally stopped in her tracks to admire it and say how beautiful she thought it was. It was just a really nice moment and the woman was so taken with admiration, and surprised when Dawn told her that a good friend had made it.” So nice to see the whirlwind knitting is still being appreciated after the event.
And the third moment has passed me by, aww - life.
1. Visiting my friend Cece on her birthday she shared with me that morning that Cam (my god-son) had come in while she was getting ready for the day and declared that it was Mom’s birthday! Not Cam’s birthday, or Maggie’s birthday (his sister), or Sue-anne’s birthday, or Dad’s birthday - but that it was Mom’s birthday. Just melts my heart that I got family billing in his little mind. Especially since I only get to see him a few times a month if I’m lucky.
2. After realizing that I did not have a fever and wasn’t sick, but that it was just really hot and humid at the end of September, I schlept over to JP and had a nice dinner outside on a friend’s back porch. It was just over a year ago that we were all together at Dawn and Bill’s wedding up in NH. Bill followed up the next day with this email of a story (they had forgotten to share that evening): “We went back to the orchard for our anniversary last week and had lunch in Walpole. Dawn was wearing the shawl and a woman passing by us literally stopped in her tracks to admire it and say how beautiful she thought it was. It was just a really nice moment and the woman was so taken with admiration, and surprised when Dawn told her that a good friend had made it.” So nice to see the whirlwind knitting is still being appreciated after the event.
And the third moment has passed me by, aww - life.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Schedule
I can’t figure out my schedule. I used to be an early to work person but that was back when I worked at places where others came in later, giving me a good chunk of quiet time in the morning. Here, I have coworkers who come in before even 7 am. But on the flip side, if I come in late, I seem to hit the worse traffic and the commute is just way too long. However, I do get a chunk of quiet time after about 5 or so.
Well yesterday, I came in early and was on such a roll that I ended up staying late. Another reason in the Cons for coming in early. So I found myself running late to an evening meeting back home. I rush out and once outside realize I left my jacket upstairs - yes, it is that time of year again. So back upstairs I run.
Make it to the subway where I keep working, sketching out another brilliant idea I have for work - yes, I’m just full of brilliant ideas, usually as I’m about to drift off to sleep or in the shower! This time I had paper and was working on the outline. Only to look up and realize I missed my subway stop. I get off at the next stop and wait for the train to come from the other direction. Luckily I don’t have to wait too long, even though it was fairly late. Grab a seat and keep working, only to have missed the stop again! For some reason I keep overshooting the subway stop I need to get home at the late hour. I’ve done it before on the bus, but never on the subway. Needless to say, I was a little late for my meeting, but have a nicely outlined master plan. Meeting went well, then home for a quick bite of food and to bed. Not the best schedule for the day. I’m back to coming into work later in the morning and dealing with the long commute.
Well yesterday, I came in early and was on such a roll that I ended up staying late. Another reason in the Cons for coming in early. So I found myself running late to an evening meeting back home. I rush out and once outside realize I left my jacket upstairs - yes, it is that time of year again. So back upstairs I run.
Make it to the subway where I keep working, sketching out another brilliant idea I have for work - yes, I’m just full of brilliant ideas, usually as I’m about to drift off to sleep or in the shower! This time I had paper and was working on the outline. Only to look up and realize I missed my subway stop. I get off at the next stop and wait for the train to come from the other direction. Luckily I don’t have to wait too long, even though it was fairly late. Grab a seat and keep working, only to have missed the stop again! For some reason I keep overshooting the subway stop I need to get home at the late hour. I’ve done it before on the bus, but never on the subway. Needless to say, I was a little late for my meeting, but have a nicely outlined master plan. Meeting went well, then home for a quick bite of food and to bed. Not the best schedule for the day. I’m back to coming into work later in the morning and dealing with the long commute.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Good Fits
Meant to post this Friday so added a bit more.
Don’t you love it when you find good fits? I have a little extra step when I find that pair of jeans (finally) that fit just right. Or that bakery that you pick up your weekly bread from. This week, I headed into work Friday morning happy with the good fit I had with my mechanic. It’s not really that it’s a good fit, it’s just that I have a good mechanic. I dropped my car off this week because there’s been a light on saying there was something up with my tire pressure. Let’s be honest, this light has been on all summer and part of the spring. Actually, it’s been on so long I forgot when it wasn’t there. I had checked my tires and even had my friend with an air compressor (for the nail guns he uses) fill up the tires (sans nail gun). They weren’t too bad, so was just putting off the inevitable $$$ I’d have to shell out to deal with this situation.
Turns out it’s not the tires it’s the sensors. Funny, or is it ironic, that the thing in the car to let you know when stuff is broken, is the thing that is broken. And, of course, it is super expensive to fix the thing that will tell you when things will be broken - even though nothing is broken yet. The sensors have a battery life of about 5 years and seem to be propriety - until later this year. My mechanic was nice and amiable and talked things through and was straight up with the options. I love it. He triple checked my tire pressures and must have spent forever trying to figure out the answer. As I was leaving he insisted I bring the car in periodically so he can keep an eye on the tire pressure, just in case. And all this cost me… wait for it… nada! He was really sweet about it all. I had some work done last year and felt like they did a good job and priced it nicely. I think it’s because the bulk of their work is for university and town vehicles so they are a little more diversified in income.
The other new introduction was my dentist/hygienist. Great experience (as far as dental work can go). Really sweet and am happy that I think I’ve finally found a good match. Even though they’re two towns over. Which is a good thing as I think I have appointments until the end of time. Won’t go into the details - but all very justified considering there’s room for improvement on my dental routines (understatement) and it had been awhile since my last visit.
Third thing is I now have an egg guy! I’ve been meaning to check out this place two towns over that you can get fresh eggs. It’s one of these places where you leave your money and grab a dozen eggs. But you’re forewarned that they run out of eggs so come early. Which means I’ve never gone because every time I think about it, I’m sure it’s too late and they’re out of eggs and I don’t have any inclination to drive all that way for a fool’s errand. So you can understand why I was tickled pink (or rather green, you’ll see in a moment), when I discovered an engineer up on the 5th floor has a brood of chickens. Which I just realized I’ve already posted about - that’s how excited I am. Well, by Friday I had finished up my store bought eggs. But had not put in my order. So was bummed I’d still have to wait another week. And then Friday morning I get a call - am I interested in any eggs? You betcha! Here’s the dozen I brought home - only an engineer would pack the carton with the pattern of alternating brown and white eggs. With a special green egg in the mix!
Friday night I went with dinner of scrambled eggs and I’m sure they tasted so much better than the store bought. They were so good. I’m looking forward to seeing how they taste this week. I’ve left them out on the counter this whole time, as instructed. I wonder if eggs are like some fruits where they start losing their taste after being refrigerated.
Final thing to add, I discovered today that I picked up a new nick-name at work - sunshine. Which gave me a flash back to nursery school. I had a t-shirt with a big sun on it and I remember the teachers singing “You are my sunshine” anytime I wore it. Funny how it came back all these years later.
Don’t you love it when you find good fits? I have a little extra step when I find that pair of jeans (finally) that fit just right. Or that bakery that you pick up your weekly bread from. This week, I headed into work Friday morning happy with the good fit I had with my mechanic. It’s not really that it’s a good fit, it’s just that I have a good mechanic. I dropped my car off this week because there’s been a light on saying there was something up with my tire pressure. Let’s be honest, this light has been on all summer and part of the spring. Actually, it’s been on so long I forgot when it wasn’t there. I had checked my tires and even had my friend with an air compressor (for the nail guns he uses) fill up the tires (sans nail gun). They weren’t too bad, so was just putting off the inevitable $$$ I’d have to shell out to deal with this situation.
Turns out it’s not the tires it’s the sensors. Funny, or is it ironic, that the thing in the car to let you know when stuff is broken, is the thing that is broken. And, of course, it is super expensive to fix the thing that will tell you when things will be broken - even though nothing is broken yet. The sensors have a battery life of about 5 years and seem to be propriety - until later this year. My mechanic was nice and amiable and talked things through and was straight up with the options. I love it. He triple checked my tire pressures and must have spent forever trying to figure out the answer. As I was leaving he insisted I bring the car in periodically so he can keep an eye on the tire pressure, just in case. And all this cost me… wait for it… nada! He was really sweet about it all. I had some work done last year and felt like they did a good job and priced it nicely. I think it’s because the bulk of their work is for university and town vehicles so they are a little more diversified in income.
The other new introduction was my dentist/hygienist. Great experience (as far as dental work can go). Really sweet and am happy that I think I’ve finally found a good match. Even though they’re two towns over. Which is a good thing as I think I have appointments until the end of time. Won’t go into the details - but all very justified considering there’s room for improvement on my dental routines (understatement) and it had been awhile since my last visit.
Third thing is I now have an egg guy! I’ve been meaning to check out this place two towns over that you can get fresh eggs. It’s one of these places where you leave your money and grab a dozen eggs. But you’re forewarned that they run out of eggs so come early. Which means I’ve never gone because every time I think about it, I’m sure it’s too late and they’re out of eggs and I don’t have any inclination to drive all that way for a fool’s errand. So you can understand why I was tickled pink (or rather green, you’ll see in a moment), when I discovered an engineer up on the 5th floor has a brood of chickens. Which I just realized I’ve already posted about - that’s how excited I am. Well, by Friday I had finished up my store bought eggs. But had not put in my order. So was bummed I’d still have to wait another week. And then Friday morning I get a call - am I interested in any eggs? You betcha! Here’s the dozen I brought home - only an engineer would pack the carton with the pattern of alternating brown and white eggs. With a special green egg in the mix!
Friday night I went with dinner of scrambled eggs and I’m sure they tasted so much better than the store bought. They were so good. I’m looking forward to seeing how they taste this week. I’ve left them out on the counter this whole time, as instructed. I wonder if eggs are like some fruits where they start losing their taste after being refrigerated.
Final thing to add, I discovered today that I picked up a new nick-name at work - sunshine. Which gave me a flash back to nursery school. I had a t-shirt with a big sun on it and I remember the teachers singing “You are my sunshine” anytime I wore it. Funny how it came back all these years later.
Monday, September 12, 2011
New Diet
I’ve never been one to diet. I like to think it’s because I eat relatively healthy, try to keep stress down in my life and exercise some. But who am I fooling - keeping processed foods to a minimum doesn’t outweigh the desserts I often indulge in, work stresses me out weekly, and riding my bike a few times a month and running to catch the bus doesn’t really qualify for a full blown exercise regime. To be honest, I have good genetics that will probably keep me lean well into my 40s and then I have a sneaking suspicion everything will hit.
So it’s strange to be on a “diet”. It’s not a very good diet. It’s actually a bad diet - calorie reduction with nothing else. But it’s the ubiquitous diet you see everywhere. Yesterday I only had one meal and some yogurt. Not very smart. But it was a lay-low day. You see, I found the magic answer to all these diet questions - what’s the one thing between you and food? There’s nothing like dental troubles to drastically change the way you look at food. This last week, the little problem I was so desperately ignoring and hoping would go away just kept compounding and getting worse. I’ve had a little gap between two back molars where food always would get caught and cavities would form. Well, something shifted and now food gets caught and won’t come out and starts inflaming the gums. And it quickly becomes a sharp, horrendous pain… that stays with me for hours upon hours. I’ve tried flossing and brushing and swishing and nothing. Eating isn’t so bad for the first 10 minutes, but it takes about 9 hours for the pain to dissipate enough so I can actually ignore it. Sometimes I will just hold my molar. Strange, but gives temporary relief. One can only imagine the rotting that is going on during that time period. I think the one thing I have going for me is that there are fillings on both sides, so not much left to decay (again, wishful thinking).
The long delay about getting this issue resolved is because I’ve been bouncing around dentists since I came to MA. I had a great dentist growing up. Found a great one in CA. Even in grad school, I started out with a great dental student (only way to afford dental work when you’re a poor grad student) - unfortunately he graduated and I was left with this guy who had worked as an engineer for years and switched to dentistry because he thought it would be “easier”. Not fun.
You have to have a nice working relationship with your dentist - a nice trust and respect for professionalism. Perhaps I’ve been corrupted as I’ve seen a bunch of dentists and know the field a bit better. Last night after I realized I couldn’t live on yogurt and braved some eggs and toast and was hit with the pain again, I vowed I would not leave work on Monday until I had made an appointment. I have a 2 o’clock tomorrow! New town, new dentist, she comes recommended. Yelp had only positive reviews. One can only hope. Hope that it’s the beginning of a new and long relationship and that my savings account doesn’t get emptied because I’ve waited so long to visit the dentist. Only 4 meals between now and then.
And to all of you who complained about dental pain, I only had sympathy for you then. Now I have pure empathy.*
*I just realized this isn’t a first. I’ve experienced dental pain before - growing up with braces and having all my wisdom teeth out. Apparently I’ve chosen to block those memories - probably wisest.
So it’s strange to be on a “diet”. It’s not a very good diet. It’s actually a bad diet - calorie reduction with nothing else. But it’s the ubiquitous diet you see everywhere. Yesterday I only had one meal and some yogurt. Not very smart. But it was a lay-low day. You see, I found the magic answer to all these diet questions - what’s the one thing between you and food? There’s nothing like dental troubles to drastically change the way you look at food. This last week, the little problem I was so desperately ignoring and hoping would go away just kept compounding and getting worse. I’ve had a little gap between two back molars where food always would get caught and cavities would form. Well, something shifted and now food gets caught and won’t come out and starts inflaming the gums. And it quickly becomes a sharp, horrendous pain… that stays with me for hours upon hours. I’ve tried flossing and brushing and swishing and nothing. Eating isn’t so bad for the first 10 minutes, but it takes about 9 hours for the pain to dissipate enough so I can actually ignore it. Sometimes I will just hold my molar. Strange, but gives temporary relief. One can only imagine the rotting that is going on during that time period. I think the one thing I have going for me is that there are fillings on both sides, so not much left to decay (again, wishful thinking).
The long delay about getting this issue resolved is because I’ve been bouncing around dentists since I came to MA. I had a great dentist growing up. Found a great one in CA. Even in grad school, I started out with a great dental student (only way to afford dental work when you’re a poor grad student) - unfortunately he graduated and I was left with this guy who had worked as an engineer for years and switched to dentistry because he thought it would be “easier”. Not fun.
You have to have a nice working relationship with your dentist - a nice trust and respect for professionalism. Perhaps I’ve been corrupted as I’ve seen a bunch of dentists and know the field a bit better. Last night after I realized I couldn’t live on yogurt and braved some eggs and toast and was hit with the pain again, I vowed I would not leave work on Monday until I had made an appointment. I have a 2 o’clock tomorrow! New town, new dentist, she comes recommended. Yelp had only positive reviews. One can only hope. Hope that it’s the beginning of a new and long relationship and that my savings account doesn’t get emptied because I’ve waited so long to visit the dentist. Only 4 meals between now and then.
And to all of you who complained about dental pain, I only had sympathy for you then. Now I have pure empathy.*
*I just realized this isn’t a first. I’ve experienced dental pain before - growing up with braces and having all my wisdom teeth out. Apparently I’ve chosen to block those memories - probably wisest.
Thursday, September 08, 2011
Thursday Bullets
- I’ve been reconsidering my commitments. I’ve got that “pulled in too many directions, can’t get anything done” feeling.
- I was offered a position on the Capital Planning Committee this week - great opportunity.
- One of the committee’s I’m on toured the new fire station this week that we just finished and is now up and running. Volunteer work can be a drain but there sure is something sweet about seeing your name on one of those bronze plaques at the entrance of a civic building knowing it will be there for a good half century or longer. (And I’m the only woman!)
- Last night had another committee meeting and feel good about influencing the direction the school design is going. Go energy savings!
- Special treat afterwards - caught up with a fellow committee member over dessert. Loved picking his brain on things from management style to lessons learned (he’s just about retiring as CEO of a family company). Plus nothing better than dessert before dinner!
- Today, at our ice cream social at work I found a coworker who has a brood of chickens. He collects different breeds and will bring in eggs to work - everything from chocolate brown to blue to green! I thought green eggs and ham was made up - who knew. The great thing is you don’t have to refrigerate them.
- Tonight I’m off to a celebration in JP - looking forward to catching up with friends I haven’t seen all summer and beyond!
- I was offered a position on the Capital Planning Committee this week - great opportunity.
- One of the committee’s I’m on toured the new fire station this week that we just finished and is now up and running. Volunteer work can be a drain but there sure is something sweet about seeing your name on one of those bronze plaques at the entrance of a civic building knowing it will be there for a good half century or longer. (And I’m the only woman!)
- Last night had another committee meeting and feel good about influencing the direction the school design is going. Go energy savings!
- Special treat afterwards - caught up with a fellow committee member over dessert. Loved picking his brain on things from management style to lessons learned (he’s just about retiring as CEO of a family company). Plus nothing better than dessert before dinner!
- Today, at our ice cream social at work I found a coworker who has a brood of chickens. He collects different breeds and will bring in eggs to work - everything from chocolate brown to blue to green! I thought green eggs and ham was made up - who knew. The great thing is you don’t have to refrigerate them.
- Tonight I’m off to a celebration in JP - looking forward to catching up with friends I haven’t seen all summer and beyond!
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
World's Population
At lunch today I came across this interesting graphic. I've been following the blog, Flowing Data. I love good graphics and am a firm believer a picture is worth a thousand words (or numbers). Going through old posts I came across this one: If the wold lived in a single city. It was created by Per Square Mile.
Note that this is talking about the WORLD's population not just the US population. Crazy, right? Good argument for urban versus suburban living.
Note that this is talking about the WORLD's population not just the US population. Crazy, right? Good argument for urban versus suburban living.
Thursday, September 01, 2011
World Colliding and Warm Fuzzies
Man was I tired this morning. At least my internal clock has shifted so I’m not waking up at 5 am anymore. I’m back at a more civilized 6 am. In other news, it looks like this week is shaping up to be my warm fuzzy week. Last night I was on airport pick-up duty. I drove into work which was tortuous - it took half the time of my regular commute and was so more pleasant. I’m soo tempted to go over to the dark side and start driving into work. Funny thing was when I came back to my car after work, I saw this:
My car had a twin. And yup - that’s my car in the background. The one with the darker shade car door. But I still love it, imperfections and all. And just as I was taking this picture, in comes a text, Cece had just landed. For a moment I second guessed my estimate of how long it would take to get to the airport from work and how long it would take her to get through customs. I didn’t need to worry - it took me like 7 minutes, and her about 37 minutes.
Usually, the general rule is you try to avoid airport pick-up requests, right? Luckily I don’t get inundated with them and when I do they’re for people I can’t turn down. This time I didn’t mind one bit. It was good to have her back - she’s always a ball of positive energy. And she was so excited to be back and to get home to her family. It was nice being able to bring loved ones together.
The added bonus I didn’t expect, was hearing about Nick (my brother) and India through her eyes. I visited a few years back and we saw a lot of similar sites so it was strange and funny to hear her take on some of them. Of course, she lambasted me for not making the trip to the Taj. But I’m young still, right? The best part was hearing about her stay with Nick (he lives in Delhi and put her up for a few nights, and then a few nights more when hurricane Irene backed everything up). It’s always strange when my worlds overlap. For some reason I generally keep them fairly separate. I have these friends here, and these friends over here, and more friends in this pile. Rarely do they overlap and when they do it’s just for a moment like at a dinner party - and I’m present.
So to have my best friend hanging out with my little brother was just strange. But I was proud to hear Nick did good and was great at playing the role of host and guide and scam-checker. She mentioned she could see we were brother/sister. We don’t really look too much alike and I think we’re fairly different, Nick handles his filter much better than I do. But after a few days Cece saw it start to slip and noticed we shared a strange sense of humor along with the quirks. Warm fuzzy number 1 - feeling bonded with my brother from 7,000 miles!
Apparently they even discussed the one thing Nick and I can never agree on - how much time to leave for travel. I’d rather get to the airport an hour before my domestic flight - Nick errs more on the cautious side and targets something ridiculous like 4 hours! You can see the challenge we face when we travel together. It was great hearing about all the stories Cec had and being able to relate. When we finally pulled up to her house, Aaron was outside leaning against the garage door, bandaged up from surgery, casually/anxiously waiting for Cec. It was so sweet. Warm fuzzy number 2 - seeing loved ones reuniting!
And as we were chowing down on Chinese, Cec, Aaron, myself and Mary (who had come over to help Aaron during surgery), I realized it’s really nice to have good friends you can just be with and hang out with and not think or worry about anything. You’re you and they’re them and all’s good. Warm fuzzy number 3!
Another good night and I was able to crawl into bed by 10 this time!
Usually, the general rule is you try to avoid airport pick-up requests, right? Luckily I don’t get inundated with them and when I do they’re for people I can’t turn down. This time I didn’t mind one bit. It was good to have her back - she’s always a ball of positive energy. And she was so excited to be back and to get home to her family. It was nice being able to bring loved ones together.
The added bonus I didn’t expect, was hearing about Nick (my brother) and India through her eyes. I visited a few years back and we saw a lot of similar sites so it was strange and funny to hear her take on some of them. Of course, she lambasted me for not making the trip to the Taj. But I’m young still, right? The best part was hearing about her stay with Nick (he lives in Delhi and put her up for a few nights, and then a few nights more when hurricane Irene backed everything up). It’s always strange when my worlds overlap. For some reason I generally keep them fairly separate. I have these friends here, and these friends over here, and more friends in this pile. Rarely do they overlap and when they do it’s just for a moment like at a dinner party - and I’m present.
So to have my best friend hanging out with my little brother was just strange. But I was proud to hear Nick did good and was great at playing the role of host and guide and scam-checker. She mentioned she could see we were brother/sister. We don’t really look too much alike and I think we’re fairly different, Nick handles his filter much better than I do. But after a few days Cece saw it start to slip and noticed we shared a strange sense of humor along with the quirks. Warm fuzzy number 1 - feeling bonded with my brother from 7,000 miles!
Apparently they even discussed the one thing Nick and I can never agree on - how much time to leave for travel. I’d rather get to the airport an hour before my domestic flight - Nick errs more on the cautious side and targets something ridiculous like 4 hours! You can see the challenge we face when we travel together. It was great hearing about all the stories Cec had and being able to relate. When we finally pulled up to her house, Aaron was outside leaning against the garage door, bandaged up from surgery, casually/anxiously waiting for Cec. It was so sweet. Warm fuzzy number 2 - seeing loved ones reuniting!
And as we were chowing down on Chinese, Cec, Aaron, myself and Mary (who had come over to help Aaron during surgery), I realized it’s really nice to have good friends you can just be with and hang out with and not think or worry about anything. You’re you and they’re them and all’s good. Warm fuzzy number 3!
Another good night and I was able to crawl into bed by 10 this time!
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