Like a pair of bookends, my weekend was caught between two missed connections. A friend and I were supposed to meet Saturday morning. At 8:35 am at Panera, I had a feeling something had gone wrong. My friend is punctual and organized and (at least to my knowledge) not the type to be running late. And I knew in a flash what happened. She went to the Panera near my house while I went to the one near her house. (I missed that little detail in the string of eight or so emails it took to arrange our get-together!) With the exception of 45 minutes missed, we ended up having a good time catching up. Lucky for me, she’s a good blogging friend, so we keep in touch that way too.
This evening, I headed for the local gym to meet a friend from church. On my way, I heard a pop and that annoying sound like someone just let the air out of my tire. Ooops! I had run over a piece of metal and just like that – there went my hopes of a walk, while I sat and waited for the motor club guy to come bail me out. For once, I didn’t even have a book with me – a rare occasion for which I gave myself a sound thrashing!
In the middle was time spent with my parents, my sister and her crew to celebrate my dad’s birthday. I was tickled pink that my baby niece let me hold her . . . we think she must have confused me with her mom – what do you think? (As is our unintentional habit, my sister and I showed up dressed alike – white t-shirts and denim capris!)
Friends to miss and family to love . . . I guess it doesn’t get any better than that.