From a walk with Mrs. Sherlock yesterday morning. I think the flowering grass is blue flax. So much vibrant color.
We are having a heat wave. Close to record breaking heat. It is supposed to cool some tonight and return to temperate weather tomorrow. I did walk to the office and back via the post office where I had to send something certified mail to the IRS for the League. Things have been so challenging lately that I thought for sure I would have to wait but the clerk actually smiled at me as I stepped right up.
Saturday, we had a “retreat” Thankfully it was downtown in the building we have our office in; we got the whole floor. That was kind of fun. 5 ½ hours though! Too long.
Our office manager had done a small favor for me a few days earlier that I was grateful for, and I said I would buy her an ice cream. She made a little face and said… flowers…would be nice. I am not a grocery store flowers kind of person so I was trying to figure out how to get to the local florist before the meeting and in the end, I thought, I know I can go to the big Farmer’s Market on my way down.
I tried to time it so I got there at the opening bell but there were two women ahead of me and the woman interacting with the stall holder was taking absolutely forever. Picking out individual flowers and arranging them and he was pricing them one by one. I grabbed this huge bouquet of red peonies, a kind of dianthus, and these tall bell-shaped light purple flowers. I had cash out and I was glaring at the woman holding everything up. Glaring daggers.
Stressed? Me? So not wanting to do this thing… I told the woman in front of me I was in a hurry, everything was happening at this lovely leisurely pace and finally a woman who was making bouquets took pity on me and took my money and as I was rushing off, the woman holding everything up turned to me and asked, “Noko, is that you?” Eek.
I know her! She was a student of mine back in the day and best friends with one of my current students and she was buying some of the flowers for a church event that Mrs. Sherlock went to on Saturday. She is quite wealthy and only lives here a few months of the year in a gorgeous condo with original art that I have been to.
The flowers were a big hit. The office manager loves them. She told me that today and someone else took a picture of them this morning and sent it to me.
Interspersed in a challenging day there was this little burst of beauty.
Speaking of beauty, Walt sent a long email yesterday with various quotes on the topic of beauty that he wanted to discuss during Coffeeshop Philosophers this afternoon. I just skimmed it. Too bad. I did not join the group for the 3rd Monday in a row.
Behavior has consequences, don’t you know.
I appear to be on the shelf as far as Mr. B. is concerned. He is having dinner this evening with his oldest son and his wife. They are having their first baby in September, and they already know she is going to need special care when she is born. Mr. B. is all twisted up about this because he wants to make a good impression, particularly on her, as he wants so much to have them in his life going forward.
Yesterday morning I texted him some moral support and he Facetimed me during his morning break at the new job to thank me. I seem to be helpless when I see him. That is what being in love will do to you. It is a crazy kind of intoxication.
I knew this was going to happen, so many things pulling on him at once. I can only hope the bond we have already formed is strong enough to withstand these outside influences. I think it is, but as we were discussing about his son. Trust takes time.
And in that time, I am getting reacquainted with all the “power ballads” I heard coming up. Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Donna Summer. There has been an unusual amount of dancing going on around here.
It was fun sharing all this with Mrs. Sherlock yesterday as we were walking and looking at all the gorgeous front gardens. She is happy for me and thinks I am being realistic about all this. So that note of support was a boon.
I could use a shot of patience though. Learning to trust a new person is hard enough, learning to trust one who has such complicated life circumstances is extra challenging. And one’s mind gets all up into making up stories.
We humans are not good at uncertainty at all!
To be continued… I hope.
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