I marveled as she connected
with the person behind the counter at Palate a coffee bar. She had a five-minute
conversation with him. I would have been too self-conscious of others waiting in
line. There was no line, though. Instead, I listened in and enjoyed the connection
Abbie was making.
My relationship with Abbie reminds me that friendship is not defined by proximity. And then after I got back to the motel, I came across this poem on Facebook:
The glory of friendship is
not the outstretched hand,
not the kindly smile,
nor the joy of
companionship; ,
it is the spiritual inspiration that comes
to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to
trust you with a friendship.
- - Ralph Waldo Emerson
“… willing to trust you
with a friendship.” I had never considered the trust aspect of friendship before
reading this poem. Have I always taken the trust of others for granted? I will be
pondering this for a while.
Joe and I dined at The
Breakfast Club this morning. A small diner about a block from our motel. We are
planning to eat an early dinner at Cuban Kitchen four blocks away. Vietnamese food
last night and Cuban food tonight. One advantage of spending time in a larger
city is the wealth of ethnic food choices.
Megan sent a text this morning that we may
be missing the best parts of Minnesota Fall. I asked her to take photos for me.
She replied, “I will on Tuesday when I’m not the one driving home. Our backyard
may still be changing when you get home!” We are due back in Minnesota at the
end of September.
I have noticed that “A Place for Mom” ads have been popping up on my Facebook feed, These are sponsored ads for free senior living advice with the copy, “We are here to help you make the most confident senior living decision for your loved one…” Now, I wonder what I said or looked at that would cause this to show up in my feed? I guess I shouldn’t worry until they appear on Megan’s feed.
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