Yesterday I managed to sleep in. We ate a breakfast of greek yogurt, home made granola and fresh blueberries, before my sister asked if I wanted to go to the pet store with her. It was about an hour before we were expected to meet up with Oldest Bestest (O B), so I went with. Of course while we were in the store, O B messaged us about 40 minutes before we’d planned to get together to say she was already at her mom’s.
The visit was nice, but a bit hectic. O B’s dog (2) was there, along with her mom’s dog (8). My sister brought one of her dogs, the chill one, so there was a lot of dog-chaos right off the bat. It didn’t help that O B’s mom’s dog dropped a slobbery ball directly into the lap of my dress, which was fresh out of the laundry (I should have known better). Then O B’s kids were being kids, and eventually tired of the activity O B had set up for them, started running around with the excited dogs, until her daughter got broadsided by their Leonberger and knocked her down. It took quite some time to console her (she was fine physically, just upset). Eventually the kids went inside to play. The four of us chatted for a few hours, minus the interruptions. It was nice to catch up with her.
At one point we talked about the people we went to school with, O B’s mom asking who I still talked to that I graduated grade 8 with. At first I couldn’t think of anyone except O B, which got us talking about our early years together. She filled in some gaps that were missing from my memory, and I filled in a few for her, too. I specifically wanted to know how I got the idea that I was gifted, and she said we were evaluated and put into “enrichment”, which she said was basically a self-study module. She said we did a project on South Africa which I have no recollection of. I told her about the concept of “twice exceptional”, and how I always wondered why I was “gifted” in public school, but not high school. O B remembers being re-evaluated in high school, but I’m guessing at that point my grades weren’t high enough to warrant it.
I have this idea of a “reverse horcrux”. People who hold a piece of you, memories, love, so you will never cease to exist (until the last of those people are also gone). Whenever I come back to my hometown, I recognize how lucky I am to have all these people who gladly carry pieces of my soul around in their bodies, as I am happy to do the same for them. I genuinely believe that I can feel these pieces of them in my heart, in my body, and it feels like Love.
The rest of the day I spent reading, and slowly a headache crept on. Mom and I had to run to Canadian Tire (right before it closed) to get a funnel and tube to complete the septic work she needs done. By the time we got home the headache was established, and no amount of painkillers would budge it (of course I didn’t bring the new prescription I was given, though the last time I took it it made my neck so stiff that I had to go right to bed, so not exactly the effective relief I need). I ended up going to bed around 930.
Today is doing this septic situation, we’ve already dug it out and someone came to pump it. We’re putting down some microbial solution that is meant to eat away at the accumulated sludge of an old septic system. Mom’s had so much trouble with hers over the years that she’s concerned she needs to replace the whole system. Hopefully that does not come to pass. She would lose basically her entire back yard garden.
This afternoon my sister and I are going to a local spa that mom has an old gift card for. We’re going to get a fancy pedicure with paraffin treatment and hot stone massage!
This evening hopefully I’ll see the Odd Couple again. I didn’t get to see them the last two nights for logistics reasons.
Tomorrow I’m looking forward to a coffee date with Bird Guy and a dinner date with Odd Lady and another old friend.
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