This past weekend was full of things I didn’t expect. From Friday’s lunch including a visit to Macy’s (where there was a huge Buddha on sale in the women’s clothes), to my sister being in town, to the baseball game, to a conversation about not paying attention, to shorter walks than planned, to a super brief visit with Sis, to cuddles and forthright honesty. Things looked one way and then they were another. This weekend kept me on my toes.
It’s amazing what happens when you talk to people—when you really listen.
I started to write this entry all about all the things which surprised me and how. It was very long. Very Long.
And I thought about what people would think. Not People, not They, but people. The people involved. The actors in my little unexpected dramas.
Probably the café owners don’t mind my writing about the surprise of finding them closed when we thought they should be open. And BT probably doesn’t mind my saying how pleasantly surprised I was at how much I enjoyed the baseball game. The other café owners certainly won’t mind my telling the world about the wonderful surprise of finding PG Tips available to patrons.
But some surprises were unexpected moments of intimacy. Some were things which pissed me off and I don’t know that I can write fairly about them now.
So I’ll say this: The one thing I did expect was the leaving of the scales tilted at a rakish angle, the good far outweighing the bad. Finding a Buddha at Macy’s is auspicious.