“If you ever leave a conversation with me and wonder, ‘why did she say that strange thing?’ Just know I am actually wondering the same thing.” ~ Unknown
coming unglued
It started with Stacy calling to wake me out of deep, deep sleep where I was dreaming that I was surrounded by college-age students watching as I struggled to recall one of my favorite authors’ names (it was bell hooks) when I suddenly blurted out to them, “It’s menopause, girls! You just wait. It’s coming for you, too!” Bleary-eyed, I got out of bed having overslept for an appointment to get Shero’s RAV serviced. Stacy and I made our way across the street to Doodles for our favorite steel-cut crème brûlée oats and beignets, only to find the place full of people. We were sandwiched in beside two businessmen, housing developers from the sound of it, with their voices set to 11. Before long, a woman and her two children came in with the youngest screaming bloody murder, as Mamaw would say. That’s about the time I snapped the first photo of poor Stacy, who does not handle loud noises very well, and chatty businessmen with mismatched socks even less well. Once we got outside, we had plenty to laugh about. In fact, despite my slow start, we actually made a lot of people laugh today –on purpose– not just ourselves, and that was good because it was a somewhat expensive day. With the new roof on Monday, this might be one of the most expensive weeks ever. It could have been far worse, though. The two, yes, two nails Lowell’s found in the rear passenger tire didn’t cause it to go flat or explode on me for God knows how many miles over the last months I’ve driven on them (at least three months, maybe more). And because Shero had bought the road hazard service at Tire Discounters last year, I took it to them and paid nothing for the repair. But not before I picked up seven pieces of replacement glass for the exhibit images that fell on Sunday. I swear, glass costs about as much as beef and gas these days. I told you it had been an expensive week, but also incredibly blessed. No car accidents, a little recognition, good friends, and lots of laughs. I don’t know what else a person could ask for.
unglued
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