In any case, I was working away between customers trying to restock the candy. We are selling a new candy. I carried the box over. It had a map on it. Queensland caught my eye, and then New South Wales. I recognized city names. Darlington Downs is where BB went to university. Alice Springs. We sell Darrell Lea's Soft Liquorice. It made me laugh that these names were familiar to me, that there is a orphan poddy that I have named from there, that someday, Tim and I will be driving these roads, reminding each other to drive on the other side of the road. I did not have time to make out the rest of the names on the map, but I broke those boxes down carefully, and put them with the boxes that have been set aside for me to take home for moving.
I had my review yesterday, and it was a nice one. The manager told me once again, that if I ever decide that the life of OT is not for me, he'd take me on full time in a heartbeat. It's nice to hear that you're well thought of. I'm a self starter, takes initiative, attention to detail, volunteers for special projects, quick to see what needs doing, always busy, excellent customer service. I got my raise. I signed the papers and stood to leave the office. "If they ever drop kick me out of the program, I'll be in to talk to you," I laughed. And Mark said, "Let me make a few calls."
After work, yesterday, I headed home. I had exactly one hour to spend with Cara, before she was headed back to school. She'd unexpectedly come home Friday night. She needed to drink wine and have a deep philosophical conversation with her lucky mother. I stayed up later than I should have, because I had volunteered to go into work an hour early. I tried to set her self doubting to rest, but felt as if there wasn't enough time to do it properly.
Then Tim and I went down to the house, to begin work on the upstairs bathroom. The surround needs to be replaced. I was downstairs, and I heard a knock on the door. I looked, and saw no one. I walked to the other door, but saw no one there either. The kitchen door opened and Justin came in laughing at my confusion. He'd knocked and then stepped off to the side, so that I could not see him. I get a kick out of that boy, that he's comfortable enough to tease. And to be teased back~ as Tim and he were ripping out the bathtub surround, a piece of molding broke. Tim knew it would, and had no intentions of salvaging it, but when Justin ripped it down, and it broke, Tim said, in a mock stern voice, "What are you doing?!!!" Justin looked horrified for a moment before Tim and I burst out laughing. And later, Justin and I played a prank on Tim. I miss having teenagers around, and I didn't realize how much until I had one around once again.
Underneath the bathtub surround, there was glue that held it to the wall, and that glue was done in a wild zigzag pattern, but in the middle of it, it said, 'Melissa (heart) Joe'. These people did the original rehab of our beautiful home. They owned it and loved it and took great pride in it for several years. A divorce led to the sale of the home to the people who did not care, and the people who did not care about the house were the reason that Tim and I were able to get the home so cheaply. It made me sad to see those words there. 'Melissa (heart) Joe'. They did, for a time, and that love made things beautiful, and now it is no more. Things change.
Tim and I went to Lowe's once again, made a decision on a new surround, picked the knobs and the drawer pulls for the kitchen. We looked at bathtub reglazing kits. We ambled through the store, secure in the knowledge that our love makes things beautiful...and that this is a thing that won't change.