SUNDAY FUNDAY 4

Last week I received a text asking me if I had Alyna’s Parking Ticket – I did; and while doing laundry (also, last week) I realized I had left some clothing at the kids’ apartment: so, we made arrangements to meet and exchange what we were both missing.

Yesterday I drove to Sauvie’s Island to make the exchange. It was a nice drive – the weather was good, I felt strong enough to listen to Zemer Levav coming over the car surround speakers (something I had procrastinated doing because we both like that messianic band and I didn’t want to be driving blinded by tears), and I was looking forward to seeing my grandchildren. Liam, Alyna’s fiancé counts as one of my grandchildren. He is family.

Despite the hurt inflicted earlier this month, the meeting went well & it was a Funday: it is always a fun day when I get to spend time with the grandkids. The grandkids were not involved in the actual fallout earlier this month – other than suffering flying shrapnel wounds; and they are trying to work towards an amicable solution to this decades’ long situation.

We'll see.

This is a complicated situation, as you all know if you have been following my Blog posts (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/11/catharsis.html & https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/11/hitching-up-my-wagon.html).

I didn’t cry; I would not allow myself to cry.

Parking Ticket in Alyna’s purse; hugs freely given … and my laundry stashed in my car, we pulled out of the parking lot and turned towards our separate destinations.

Passing through Scappoose on the way home, I decided to get a Subway sandwich to eat at home – again, this is something I have been procrastinating doing because it is something Bob & I did together and I try to avoid emotional situations while driving. But, I managed to place the order without choking up: I decided to order a sandwich Bob would have enjoyed instead of my usual Chicken Ranch Sandwich. As I was leaving, the person who waited on me said, “I love your glasses by the way; they are simply awesome.” And I smiled, and said, “Thank you. My husband picked them out for me.”

Thoughts of Bob always makes my days fun.

Front view of my funky cat-eye glasses.

Bob & I were in Cascade Eye 2 years ago to have our eyes checked/get new glasses, when we walked past a display and Bob pointed to a pair of glasses and said, “Hey Val. What do you think of those glasses?” He was joking with me because they were pretty flamboyant – BUT, I LIKED them.

So, I said, “Thanks Babe for pointing them out to me, I like ‘em – I think I’ll get ‘em.” The look on his face was priceless! He was joking – he didn’t expect them to be walking out the door with us.

And I later bought a pair of craft scissors to match:

My funky craft scissors to match my funky glasses.

Later on, at home, I enjoyed my Chicken Sweet-Onion-Teriyaki Sandwich.

Thinking of how much Bob always liked this kind of sandwich.

And I didn’t cry.

I am healing.

I love you, Babe.

Always.

OX