Here’s to many more dinners at Sabatino’s.
Monthly Archives: October 2010
She may think that she’s a somewhat poor gift giver, but her friendship is gift enough for me. I mean, who else can make me laugh hard enough to fall off a wall and roll halfway down Skyline Drive?
For a man who loves and supports me enough to encourage me to bloom where I am planted, even with the realization that may mean I put down roots 3 hours away from him.
For a dear friend who sees nothing odd with the plan to get up at 5:45 on a Sunday morning to get into the SNP for free before the park rangers come on duty at the gate and who is always willing to keep a watchful eye on me and perform water dumpage as necessary.
For a friend who for reasons completely unknown to me has constantly been one of my biggest supporters and cheerleaders, even if he is a Viking’s fan.
For a friend who promises to stick around Harrisonburg for another year, just to keep me company – though she may do some research on the side.
For a friend who is still a friend to me, even when circumstances make that less than easy. Even if he did just gift me a lifetime supply of Ensure Plus.
For a friend who gets what it’s like to struggle toward the middle of the bell curve, and who graciously shares her amazing children with me on a biweekly basis (let me tell ya, it doesn’t get much better for my self-esteem to ring the doorbell and hear excited shrieks of “Miss Anna’s here! Miss Anna’s here!).
For a friend who is very useful, and who freely and willingly acts as such. And doesn’t flinch when I invite myself over for dinner or freak out when I call in the middle end of the work day screaming into the phone, “my car’s on fire!”
For a dear dear dear dear friend in Chicago who gets its. Though I so desperately wish, for her sake, that she didn’t.
And last, but most certainly not least, for my own personal yogini who so lovingly serves as an amazing model of balance, flexibility, grace, courage, health, and resilience.
Because I don’t say it, or act it, nearly enough to be sufficient: Thank you.
These flowers were a wonderful non-birthday present even before I realized they could quote 14th century E nglish mystics:
Once I got them home and had the chance to sit still and silently with them, I could hear them whisper, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
The not so good, though I’m trying to remember that it only represents feedback, NOT failure:
See? I’m not just sitting on my ass cursing the darkness. I’m actually DOING something about the depression. Two things, actually: now that my QTc isn’t prolonged I can do a trial of Geodon in hopes that it will augment my Cymbalta and “ensuring” full nutrition will help my brain work as well as it possibly can. Which isn’t much, on some days, but at least this way I’m giving it a fighting chance.