Spending time with friends
is always good 😊
Yesterday morning, Becky
sent me a text message – and I was glad to get it (I had to cancel the last month’s
get together): I’ve been pretty much housebound with asthma attacks and
bronchitis flareups during this c.r.a.z.y. Spring weather … averaging
about two or three out-of-house escapes a month; if I was lucky.
Cabin Fever was starting to set in ☹
I was out of the house earlier
than the scheduled luncheon meet, but that was okay with me: I was out
of the house. And I’d have about half an hour to shoot the breeze with my Country Folks Deli cutie (a waiter at the Deli that makes it his personal mission to make
sure I have a good time when I stop in 😉). He’s about the age of one of any one of my granddaughter’s
– between 32 and 25 – and he’s a joy to be around. I also brought a paperback
novel with me, to pass the time with too, until Becky joined me.
But
first, I stopped and grabbed a Payday flavored latte 😊
When my eyes read the Red Bull flavor of the day, it triggered a song I hadn’t
thought of in decades, to run through my thoughts. Yep – that’s how my
brain works. It seems like everything I do, and see in life, is in some way
related to a song.
20 minutes later, when I had
parked the Highlander and situated myself in a back booth, I saw that Country Folks
Deli had updated their Menu’s. And I walked through the building, making vids
of the place to show cousins and friends where I like to hang out 😉
While I was making the vids,
the owner’s mother asked me how long I’d been frequently the place. I said, “longer
than it’s been the Country Folks Deli – I remember when it used to be a Bar
with a loooong solid oak bar covering that wall over there, and an equally long
mirror behind it. There were pool tables here and here; and I finally got to
see my husband’s car (that he had sold before we ever met) that he talked about
nonstop.” And she said, “I think you’re talking about the place next
door – this used to be a Bank.” And I said: “Well maybe it was a Bank
before it was a Bar … but it was a Bar in 1974 when I was standing in this same
spot – that staircase is in the same place, so is the front door; the door I
stepped out of to get some fresh air, light a cigarette … and spotted my
husband’s beloved Camero sitting at the curb, with it’s hood raised and a
frustrated driver trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I recognized the
car by my husband’s description of it, and my husband fixed the problem for the
driver. This place was a Bar in 1974.”
And on the back of that
memory, Becky showed up, and had another memory to share with me 😊
And she sent it to my phone
so I’d have it, too – she is a very good friend, and a soul sister.
We had an enjoyable lunch/convo;
and the hour passed too quickly. But this is a standing monthly scheduled thing,
so we’ll be seeing each other again.
On my way home, I topped the
gas tank off … and saw that the pump price has dropped another 5-cents; I don’t
think that will be enough to save the obamanite demonrats though, in the
upcoming elections.
I was also flirted with as I walked from the pump to the Station Cashier Shack, and back ... I smiled, and kept on walking: friday night is generally 'prowl night', and I'm not interested in replacing my husband with a weekend cowboy.
But I smiled because even though I have no intention of shucking my Solo Lobo status - it's nice to be appreciated by the opposite sex, ya'know?
When I parked the
Highlander, and was collecting my jacket and purse from the passenger seat, I
noticed that a sticky incident had occurred while I had been enjoying lunch: this
was not on the car when I pulled out of the carport earlier.
And I could
almost hear Bob chuckling and rolling the r of the Finnish word for heron 😉
Inside the house, I was glad
to see that the picture of Bob and I, that Becky had sent to my phone, finally fully
downloaded 😊
I can never have too many
pictures, or memories of Bob. It makes my heart happy to know that others
have good memories – and pictures – of him, too.
It was a good day today.
I think I will end it
finishing up the trims on my own designed/crafted fingertip towels.
This house that we bought the Summer of 2017, and that I shared
with my husband until the Winter of 2018 … is becoming more and more a solo
lobo woman’s domain.
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