It was a quiet weekend. A nice one. Saturday was a pleasant day at work. Busy. People were great fun. One of the ladies from my (cringe) presentations told me that she thought it was honest and real, and it made her think about herself. She said, "You sounded like me, really. I think that I'm very healthy. I tend to delay taking care of myself." I guess people do take away what they're meant to take away. I suppose that she'll be more careful, healthwise, now that she's met someone who was totally shocked by cancer. She lives not far from me, and is in the store regularly, so I am hopeful of a new friend.
I lost a friend. Yesterday, sitting in church, I heard that we were suppose to pray for one of our families. Right away, I thought that the matriarch had passed on. Turned out that it was her daughter. Three years younger than me. I attended high school with her for a time.
All in all, it was a quiet weekend, a time for thinking. We drove to pick up the new parts for Tim's car, and we talked quietly and contentedly. Tim's hand sought out mine on a regular basis. We came home by route of Cara's college, to drop off her passport and some other school mail. We went out for supper. One the way home, Tim said, "Well, that was fun." And he did seem as if he had enjoyed himself. I know that I did.
While we were eating, I told Cara about the dog biscuit. She looked at me in mock horror. Turns out she had just watched Pet Sematary for the first time and scared the pucky doo out of herself. She said, "So, Tim? We didn't bury Buck in the middle of an Indian cemetery, did we?" And we all laughed. She told us her own story. She'd found a kitten the a couple days prior. She rescued it, against its will, apparently. It hissed and spat and arched its little back. Her friend chastised her for picking it up, but when Cara handed it to her to hold as she tried to call me on the cell phone, her friend stopped her grumbling to comment. "Gosh, he's so soft." and then "Oh, he's shivering..." and "I'll bet he's hungry..." and then "Awwwww! He's purring." About that time, he suddenly sprang free and escaped. And so I was saved, because if I had received the call, I would certainly have said "Oh, the poor thing, bring him home," which Tim would have been very unhappy about. He does not like animals in the house.
I came home and sent everyone a Halloween card, and then I went to bed early to read as Tim listened to the Steelers game downstairs. The Pittsburgh Steelers were playing against the New Orleans Saints. That morning in church, our pastor had called out, "Go Steelers." A disembodied voice from the balcony said, "I never thought that I'd see the day when a preacher would root against the Saints." So Tim listened to the Steelers lose. For the first time, I used a vibrating heating pad and it really eased the aches out of my back. I fell asleep after only a chapter or two of Dave Barry.