The “other” woman–we call her Jane–the one who sits on the dash and bosses us around when venturing into unfamiliar territory, has become my faithful companion the last couple of days. Friendship may be a possibility, after all.
Funeral services were held out-of-town Tuesday evening for the mother of our son-in-law. Hubby worked half of the day, then we hit the road. Bonus: Our destination wasn’t far from where my brother lives, so we got to spend some time visiting with him, his wife and son.
The remnants of Tropical Storm Lee were in the area, and made his presence known from time to time with heavy downpours. I’m glad Jane knew where she was going, as it was hard for me to see at times.
Our daughter’s family accepted a gracious invitation to spend the night at the home of a friend from elementary school. That made four adults, and ten offspring under the age of sixteen beneath one roof. Now THAT is hospitality at its finest.
Today, I had a massage scheduled, and shortly afterward, I got a call from my daughter telling me they just drove past our house. We arranged to meet for lunch, then came back home for the afternoon. I had my grandchildren ALL TO MYSELF!
Daughter’s friend issued an invitation for dinner, though she confessed to an ulterior motive to spend more time with them. I was invited, too; so Jane and I set off for parts unknown, traversing highways and byways I’ve never seen before. Apparently, Jane gets around, because she knew right where they live. I wonder what she’s NOT telling me. Hmmm.
Following dinner and a trip to a frozen yogurt shop, we climbed into our vehicles and returned to our respective homes. It was a rough couple of days in some ways, but also a time of tremendous blessing in others. I raise my glass of water in a toast–to old friends, and new.