The visit...

Have you ever gone to someone’s home and when you got there it looked like they had been homesteading there forever and that it just fit them to a ‘T’?
Now, many of us adapt easily and move our stuff from place to place in our lives and accept the new abode and assimilate well, but do many of us really fit like a glove into that domicile space?

An old friend of mine’s new for her home; you see it seems to have that appearance with her carefully chosen accoutrements from antique and thrift stores, but highly valuable rich looking finds that speak of her love for being well traveled and enjoying the better things in life!
And of course her remembrance things like the floral pettipoint enhanced comforter that her children bought as a gift for her and her Salvador Dali water color that was an incredible estate sale find for her hanging over her loveseat in the living room.
The chaise in velveteen and so many truly carefully chosen pieces all seem to fit so well in her most recent move of this past summer due to a marital split due to a philandering husband.
But as we all must think in these days of misery for each of us in all our own individual ways that some things are just a stepping stone to whatever may be the better life for oneself.
Or as some believe everything happens for a reason, sorry no need for clichés, no one wants them in their particular horror moments, and as they say a divorce is like a death in the family and so grief is a nasty horrid thing to express for most all of us.
And what to say, what to say… most say, say nothing, just listen… and so I did somewhat… but sadly my listening skills leave much to be desired but I did try and interjected, I hope with not too ridiculous observations and only meaning well encouragement, I pray.
Aside from now having to tie up some very untidy difficult ends I really feel that this woman will be doing great…why, you might ask?
She is very capable and strong to fend for herself and everyday she gets stronger still; not unlike many others who have had to deal with similar situations.

Hubby drove me there since he is my ride always. And at first he even mentioned that he might drop me off and that I should call him to pick me up. But I insisted he stay that we would not be there too long and sure enough we only stayed about an hour and half due to his saying that we should go by that time. I am not so dense that I could not tell that he was slightly uncomfortable because of the conversation. But he did hang in there longer than many other men might do in not so different a circumstance. And that dear sweet lady did include him in our conversation and asked him about household repairs that lit up his face, since those are things he does feel comfortable with!

We went there to retrieve a book that I had loaned her, one of my signed ones from the author.
This one is, “Live Like You Were Dying” by Michael Morris and the forward is by Tim McGraw, and yes it is that Tim McGraw.
You see I met Michael on one of those pharmaceutical junkets to keep us informed about all their new products that had something to do with any of the ills we may be involved with, and this was just months before Boniva came out, the Osteoporosis medication. And so they wined and dined people involved with non-profits; they flew us all to Nashville back in 2005 and we got to stay at the Lowe’s Hotel there, not the home store, by the way since I may have spelled it wrong… any-who, he was at that time also a pharmaceutical rep for that company GSK and had written this book on positive thinking and so I just said that I had to have it and blatantly requested a signed copy from him and within weeks he mailed it to me!
Am I bad, or what?
Over these last few years I have shared it with many people who I hope that his encouraging words have helped, and why not at least I do hope so.
But oddly enough I never read it myself. I know I can hear you all saying or is that laughing or yelling; "you are too weird TOBI!"
Well, I do have every intention to read this tiny marvel of information, since the whole book is only one hundred and seventy-seven pages long! Shame on me!

This marvelous strong lady in return shared one of her books with me. I only hope that my good eye will cooperate to finish hers, which in reality is not much longer than the one I loaned her.

We will see I am thinking positively…

On that note of … she said what?
Let me be the first to say that I want to wish you all a very happy good night and to ask you to count those blessings and to share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?