I went walking today with my friends Betsy in her South Whitehall 'hood. When we were done I went to the Wegman's by Trexler Park to get my prescriptions. I was dressed for walking. Pink sneakers, pink fleece. Pink scarf. By chance the bags I grabbed for probable shopping were also pink.That Wegman's confuses me. It's so different from the others. I end up walking up and down every aisle at least twice. Needless to say my Rx was going to be 45 minutes. I shopped. First thing I bought were pink daisy's. Because I forgot to eat lunch I also bought a pink smoothie. (230 calories.)
I have a lot of pink in my life. I really don't think about it. I was walking back to my car and this car stops next to me. "Excuse me" she says. "I just wanted to tell you look so pretty, all pink." She then wished me a "Happy Valentine's Day" and pulled away.
It was a nice moment. I had no one to tell. So I'm telling you Dear Reader.
To make it even better, when I arrived home I had a real-live letter waiting for me. Handwritten and mailed. A former Girl Scout was doing a writing exercise that asked her "to think about someone from my childhood who encouraged me to pursue my own interests rather than do what I was 'supposed to do' ". She picked me. Me! "You come let me play in the woods, when I was 'far to old' to be climbing trees and mucking about outside." ... "Thank You."
I wish I could bottle moments like that. But alas, I can't. Unpacking the groceries, the roomie screams "why did you f*cking buy flowers."
Back to reality.
