SUN! SUN! SUN!Delicious SUN! I am a sun lover….not a sunbather…(ewe!)…but a lover …of the sunlight. Sunlight is a good thing and in the depths of Winter, it is the best thing.
The other day while at my local Kroger store, I walked near the “day old” flowers, the ones they put on the table that are starting to look sad. As I stood there, sniffing, I smelled a strong Hyacinth aroma for which I LOVE!! Searching all over, I looked up and there stood a woman pondering. I smiled and she smiled and instantly started talking to me.
This is not a strange thing to me….I am enough of a social butterfly...translation: I can start-up a conversation with a wall! …which I am sure is a mystery to most my family. On the bright side, I can make friends easy! I spent many young years playing make-believe all alone. Anyways, this lady began to explain that the flower department clerk told her she would put together any of the “sad”flowers into a bouquet if wanted. Re-make them ….pretty. My question is: How can I make that work for ME!
Oh for it to be so easy!….wouldn’t it be cool if were! That is why I like the sun so much. The sun shines HOPE on any situation. When the sun shines the world becomes bright and shiny and if there is not so shiny areas, it is easier to see the spots to wipe down….dust…or in most of my cases…dig out !!!! At least the prospect of clean and clear is available.
The lady at Kroger’s continued to explain to me her need for fresh flowers in the darkness of winter to keep her from the gloominess of the dark weather. Her depression keeps at bay more when she surrounds herself with the beautiful-ness of flowers. I must agree with her. I have never thought it a waste to give or receive fresh flowers. That is on my “pseudo” bucket list, more like a large vat of hopes and dreams. The ability to buy fresh flowers every time I want to……good thing I do not live in New York yet. All those cute little flower vendors on the streets. It would ruin me.
I felt her pain that day, I too struggle with the coziness of winter. It seems I have become one of those women.…always COLD! Really it is not the rule, except when it is winter. That temperature dips down and my bones instinctively ache and I FREEZE. The flip side is I am the first one to “smother” in a stuffy room….get so hot I will melt….I really need a bit of air blowing thru …..it makes NO SENSE!!! But, I have finally decided that if I had to pick, I would choose warm weather over cold. These brittle bones under all these layers of…..let’s just say…skin! are way too sensitive. What an oxymoron!
So welcome back Mr. Sun…..I enjoy the ever present warmth of your rays…..even though you do point out the shabby non-chic-ness of my house….or more correctly my lack of cleaning! Always a trade off…but I will take it! Like is too short to fret the small stuff!
Just yesterday I was thrilled to make the connections and locate a dear friend from the old days. Gotta love that social media…no really I do love it for just this reason. Awful as it is, the bitter reality is that we grow up and grow on, on to new adventures and lives to be led. I have contemplated often, how sad this harsh reality is, harsh to me because I have a loyal streak and once I am your friend….I am. Not everyone feels that way. I was once told by a person who I adored that …”out of sight out of mind!” It crushed me and forever I have mourned the loss of that friend even though she was a bit of a snip and I still know her but I thought we had more than that. Friends come and go and I am a big girl now but still is an ouchy!
I am not going to go on a limb here and appear to say I am the best at the friend thing. I do try but just with everyone else I get bogged down with daily life. But people rarely leave my heart and this is the sweetness that comes along with re-connecting. That person who for no good reason except LIFE becomes a memory of days past. But in that rare moment when the rock is turned over and shazzam! you find them again….ahhh how sweet it is. It happened last year also when I found my friend Kim. She was the best of the best and it was a blessing to talk to her.
This friend was not one I grew up with from childhood but, I did grow up with him. During those crazy mystery years in college when it is all you can do to make it to classes and study between all the socializing, awful how the school part gets in the way ya know? The college scene is fun and scary all at the same time and this friend of mine made that time easier.
I can not even for the life of me remember how we even met…maybe the MTSU yearbook staff job I had….sad but true the memory is slipping. Once we became friends though that was that. He was the kind of guy that any girl would love to have as a friend. Never a dull moment and I always had a “date” although he was never a date…..not that there was anything wrong with that! but we were not each others type….in that arena that is!
On the friend subject, none were better. We spent so much time dreaming of going to New York and imagining loosing track of each other and then one day eating in a restaurant and seeing each other….He was a waiter of course and an aspiring writer and I was a starving artist living in a shabby apartment in “the village!” It would be old home week for sure. As usual our vivid imaginations were at work…..Then there were the times practicing our stand-up routine, yeah we were funny, two white southern kids talking about growing up in the south…white bread and all….. trying to crack each other up….lame for sure but we had a blast. He also taught me how to make the best chicken salad on earth….for which my husband and kids appreciate! now……yep we were a mess.
It is always a hoot to run across someone from your past..that is why it is good not to leave a bad trail. When the past comes knocking it is sweet and not sorrowful. This is a sweet past friend and I would be honored if he felt the same way about me. Kickin’ it old school is fun and scary again and not always fun but it is sweet to find out your friends are alive and well. That is the important part considering I tend to live in my Pollyanna world of wanting everything to work out good and happy. If you wish it it will happen!
So to any of my dear friends from my distant past, I haven’t forgotten you….I might have forgotten some of the particulars but not your hearts. And this dear friend of mine I am happy we have touched base. You made my life richer for knowing you and I am the one blessed. You are writing for Broadway…kinda! and I am still a starving artist, so besides my huge batch of kids and the body to prove it…..not much has changed except I have yet to make it to New York yet…..maybe someday!!