It’s just past midnight which means that the anti-social weekend has officially started.
I left work, went to drop a package off at the post office, went to Al Wazir Chicken to pick up food, and came home to an empty house. Yoshi is gone for the weekend so I’m home alone. I don’t like it when I’m apart for too long from Yoshi, but I knew this weekend was coming and it’s my own fault for not planning ahead and setting up time with friends this weekend.
I am planning to stop by and visit Shelli (she hosts the BEST grill-fests on holidays!) on Monday and possibly see another friend and her husband on Sunday night, but I haven’t decided yet. I had been looking forward to seeing my Bro tomorrow (he was going to come up to LA for a rare visit) but I think he’s going fishing instead.
This leaves me with “nothing” to “do” until Sunday (when I have to work for about half a day).
Normally, having a day off at home with no commitments would be a luxury… but to be quiet honest… it’s a little too quiet around here and I don’t think I like it. Some friends had invited me over for an open house on Saturday and I declined. Here I am, complaining that I’m lonely yet I’m pushing people away.
I haven’t wanted to write about this, but I’ve been realizing that I hadn’t really worked through the passing of my friend Teresita in January. Over the last several months, Dan (Teresita’s husband) has been good enough to stay in touch as he handled and settled things after her death. He even let me know that when and where he was going to spread her ashes and invited me along if I could go (I couldn’t; I had travel planned that I couldn’t change).
He also generously offered me “anything” of hers that I wanted to keep. I agonized for weeks over what to ask for… I had already been given the gift of her presence in my life… what more could I ask for? Nonetheless, I wanted a small something to keep close to me. Finally, I figured out what I wanted to ask for: a scarf (not the long wooly kind, but the sheer, silky kind). I remembered her wearing them and I also remembered that she often complimented me on the ones I wore at the time that we met (I don’t have much reason to wear scarves in L.A.). Aside from that, I just wanted a couple of photos of her and the dogs to look at from time to time.
Earlier this month, I picked up a package from Dan in the mail. It contained a couple of photos and a beautiful scarf of Teresita’s. It was exactly what I had hoped for and I even knew that Teresita had worn the scarf (there are a few small food stains on it!) before she went into the hospital. Obviously, I’ll treasure this small package forever and I am so grateful for Dan and his consideration of my feelings despite such a tough time for him. I can’t wait to see him when he gets out to L.A. again. I miss him, too.
I don’t know why I’m writing all this except that when I stopped all the “busy” for a few moments, I realized that I missed my friend a lot more than I thought.
I’m so grateful for all the people I’ve had the good fortune to know as well as the for all the great friends I’ve had throughout different points of my life.
So maybe it’s ok for me to be alone for a weekend.
I guess it’s not really being anti-social if I’m spending the time savoring memories of those who are no longer here. I guess I really *AM* observing Memorial Day in my own way, aren’t I?
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