Sometimes I Write

You know how I love Saturdays! I slept in today, then went to Arc for a few hours. I wandered around aimlessly picking stuff up and putting it in my cart only to put it back on the shelf a few minutes later. I’ve become so trained to shopping with a list that it’s actually getting harder for me to shop without a plan. The only plan I had was to find some good, strong, and gently worn backpacks for some our our streetkids. No such luck, unless they would want one with Scooby Doo or Mickey on it…I seriously doubt it. I came home with two small flower vases – .25 each, a larger vase – .50, two sundresses for Zoe – for under 2.00 each, and a few other equally good deals! Bargain season has begun!

I called home to check in and let Benny know that I was going to Chili’s for some Mango tea and Southwestern eggrolls and to write for awhile. Then I called my friend Amanda to see if she wanted to join me. So much for writing. I was in the mood for some good female conversation. I still find myself holding back from friendships a bit. It’s the whole – we don’t know what we’ll be doing in the Fall thing. I’ve been saying I’m determined to bloom where I’m planted even if it’s only temporary, but saying and doing are two different things. Anyway, Amanda met me there and we had a great chat with our lunch.

This has been home improvement week at the Nowell house. Too bad we couldn’t have done that before all the company came. Oh well, they didn’t come to see my house. Benny has been on top of his honey-do list! He fixed our front door, took the extra bed apart in the guest room and moved the treadmill in there from our room. Today he put the screen door back on the patio entrance – the wind had blown it in, and he’s at Home Depot right now buying lattice work and a few 2 x 4’s to finish fixing the patio. The kids and I are going to give the patio a good cleaning and take the van to vacuum it out. Now we just need to figure out when we’re going to paint our bedroom and bathroom. The paint has been sitting untouched since last Fall. One of these days…

I have an old friend that lives about an hour from here and I’ve been too chicken to call him. Isn’t that ridiculous? We haven’t seen him since college and haven’t kept in touch, but I’d like to see him again and meet his wife. I know friendships can change and maybe I’ve been afraid that he wouldn’t be interested in reaquainting himself with us. I hate it when I assume the worst. So, I guess I’ll feel the fear and do it anyway. What have I got to lose? I’m going to see him in June anyway at our college choir alumni reunion. Can you ever have too many friends?