Nothing to Write About?

Nothing to Write About?

My friend Carole asked me tonight, “Do you ever get to the end of the day and have nothing to write about?” I replied, “If I do, it’s a good thing.”

Today, was one of those days. I’m grateful. So very grateful. No punches in the gut. A whole day of feeling relaxed, unhurried, at peace, and almost….normal.

Carole and I enjoyed breakfast and a perfect lavender latte at Ellie’s Table on our way to a glorious spa day at a hotel in Dana Point overlooking the ocean. We lounged by the pool for most of the day, then pampered ourselves — Carole with a massage and me with a facial.

After our spa day, we headed up the coast to meet our friends Dave and Lynette for dinner at Urth Cafe in Laguna Beach. The reuben sandwich was delicious, but the hit of the evening was the blended matcha tea. Definitely something I will crave and order again, but I did discover in no uncertain terms that It is imperative that I bring Lact-Aid along the next time I indulge in that tasty treat. Enough said about that.

Carole, Lynette and I have known one another for 35 years. So many stories, so much history. No need to fill in the back story. We were together when the back story started! We only broke up tonight’s 4 1/2-hour party because Dave had to be up at 4:00 am. It was a good time.

And now, as I end this day, feet up on my sofa, candles flickering, glass of wine by my side, I’m hearing my kids talk with a friend about their brother. I hurt with them and for them. They are processing as well as anyone could, but it still sucks.

I am reminded of this new reality. I’ve known it all day long. I’ve mentioned Chandler and told numerous Chandler stories. I’ve even said the phrase, “after Chandler died…” But somehow the harshness and finality was kept at bay until now. Maybe that was a gift to me. You have to have moments where it’s not front and center. I had a lot of those today.

How would I describe today? The most fitting words I can think of came from my friend and fellow club member Christine a few weeks ago when she said…

It was as good as it gets.

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Quiet

Quiet

Feet Up Kind of Day

Feet Up Kind of Day