Slow and Steady

The phone call gave me permission to take a detour through the coffee place to pick up something on the way to Mother Comfort's house for another round of preparation for the first segment of the estate sale. Taking a leap, I called an old friend of Paul's, who has returned to live here in town, and, without having met her before, accepted her offer for help setting up the location where the sale would be held. Art supplies, crafts, and sewing, first. Retro kitchen wares next...

It's not very often that you meet someone for the first time, and on the same day as the introduction, begin working with them on a project like this one. It was a fun introduction, a sort of hands-on initiation into friendship. Sweet and likeable, she just jumped right in, feet first, and helped us continue to organize a seemingly endless supply of 'raw materials' which became useless once bought, since buying more was far more interesting than locating the ones that were already bought, and using them.

Oh! This started with the phone call...she was running late, which gave me permission to take the time for coffee. I turned right and landed smack in front of this house that I have admired for years. Something just solid and steady about this old place. Impeccable landscaping, and the brick work just says 'WELCOME'. As I rounded the corner, I found myself pulling over and reaching for my camera in the morning sunlight. I'd taken several photos when I realized it might look funny to the people who lived there if they look out their window. They'd scratch there head and say, "hey, what's that lady doing taking pictures of our steps?"

After a long day of working, it was dinner at a local Japanese restaurant and the summation of stories shared through the day. To secure the "bonding" experience, we were swept into the events out on the highway in front of the restaurant. A little excitement when a man was having a fight with someone and was on their car as they sped by, then the next thing we knew, was laying on the ground, injured. Lights, sirens, stretcher, checked out OK...camera out, but grainy dark photos produced...and a new friendship was forged. Nothing like a day of work, a good meal and lights and sirens to make two people feel like old friends.