The trip to LA was well worth every effort. As I was leaving, I realized that that's the first time I've spent more than four hours at a time with April since she moved from Mississippi five years ago. We chattered away about everything the whole time. It was great.
Friday I made it there in time to hang out with April and Chris before the Christmas party. They took me for my first taste of Cuban food (it's scrumptious!) and then down to visit the Pacific ocean. The party was fun, even though the Christmas lights didn't work. We had (most of the folks, anyway) festive attire and all the usual Christmas fare and a game of Dirty Santa. Except no one ever stole anything except for once. I got to meet John and Cindy Rankin, pastor and wife of Redeemer, Chris and April's church.
Saturday April and I ate at their favorite Korean restaurant, which was delicious food and thrilling experience rolled into one. Then April brought me down to see Hollywood. I don't think I ever would have gone if April hadn't been living in LA and chosen to bring me there, but it was lots of fun to get to see some of the sights with her.
Our last stop was Trader Joe's, April's favorite store. It's probably a good thing we don't have one in Jackson, or I'd buy more than I can eat . . . all the time.
And I have to mention Sally, Chris and April's Very Good cat. Sally is an elderly kitty with very good taste and manners. She has a few basic needs (food, water, a short chase around the house, thorough head-scratching) as all cats do, and as long as those are met, she behaves as the ideal cat.
And I'd like to bring special attention to the wonderful patience of my husband-to-be, Trey. We haven't liked being downsized to the phone all that much, and found that I kept getting angry with him when he needed to get off the phone. In my head, of course, I know he can't spend his days with a phone strapped to his ear, but I'd always feel bad when he tried to say goodbye, so I decided he must have hurt my feelings . . . somehow. We decided I needed to figure out why I kept getting mad at him, and I figured out that I missed him and misinterpreted that twinge of parting-pain as hurt feelings. Poor Trey! So now, instead of being angry at him, I can tell him I miss him, and I can actually miss him. I'm glad he puts up with me!
3 comments:
I liked your very-good-cat story~
:-)
-Lydia, your feline-loving friend
(The joke will never die!)
It's a bad way to be if, at any given moment, you're in Trader Joe's, buying more than you can eat. I would imagine it hard to do anything else.
I DON'T PUT UP WITH YOU!!!! HAHAHAHA!
I love you, all the time. Even when you are silly and are confused about your emotions—which is most of the time.
Cat's are nice. We should get one and name him Johann.
I new a guy at Trinity named Johann Padmuji. I think he was one of your brother's friends. That's a fun name to say.
OR, we could get a cat and a dog and name them Cain and Abel, OR Jacob and Esay, OR David and Goliath, OR Cowboy and Indian, OR Axis and Allies, OR Cops and Robbers, OR Shutes and Ladders...
I miss you... 9 more days.
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