Cold Coffee On...

A Warm muggy evening...

Sounds a good contrast maybe? Newp! Cold coffee is one of my pet peeves where food and/or drink is concerned. Even warmed up by nuclear rays, it never tastes the same I don't think. I have a nuked up cup of coffee in front of me as I type!

But today was good, in many ways. A relative who'd travelled 10,000 miles to this country who went to live in Australia 30 years ago, turned up on my doorstep with just an hour or two's notice. And I'm not really a person of spontaneity, or doing things last minute, I like structures, more organized kind of things, then one knows ones goals and can set about achieving them. yet she came, and it gladdened my heart to see her. Some folks, no matter how distant the memory maybe, always hold a special place in ones heart. And we didn't speak of illness, or any such thing, which many people can't help but when they either don't know me, or haven't seen me since before i was disabled. she treated me with compassion, yet not pity or patronization. We laughed, and enjoyed the company, and for someone who any reminder of that long ago, can be such a painful memory of things best left buried they can almost be paralyzed by the memories that get dragged up, her warmth, and the spirited woman still inside tho older on the outside to when she left, was enough for the painful reminder that can rear up when I least need it to, to stay well down, and just enjoy being with someone of a like-mind and like-spirit in many ways. Which in my circles through life has been rare, and in my family, since she left 30 years ago, absolutely none existent. |