Some days ... perfection happens.
Today was one of those days. Through some sort of shift in the matrix I had a perfect day. On a Monday no less... hmmm there is some good redhead mojo floating around.
Fall is appearing with a vengeance, as this year is the first year in many where northern California isn't experiencing an Indian Summer. The trees are beginning to lose their leaves. The night air has a slight chill, which catches with a crisp snap in the back of my nose.
Another summer comes to a close, with memories of water balloon fights, bare feet and wet boys in swimsuits. Brian has entered his last year of elementary school ... his final years before he becomes a teenager and I ... his goofy mother.
I passed my test with 100%. The last time I got 100% on a test I was going to technical school and working on my certifications. Brian was a newborn. It's funny... because I just hate taking tests. I would rather eat brussel sprouts and raw liver. R E A L L Y. Maybe its more the 'discipline' it takes to study for the test that I hate... either way I am glad it is over.
On my way to the test I did run into an old friend I have lost touch with. Her name is Helena, and she is one of the women that took the crazy workout boot camp I was in for 3 and a half years after my divorce. It was 5 nights a week, an hour a night of pure boot camp hell. Helena, Jen and I always heckled the teacher. Jesh I was physically strong back then. That class was brutal. We had to do everything with these strapable weights strapped to our calves and arms. I was always sore. During our hugs we realize it has been 4 years since we saw each other. We exchange all current information. Her son is the lead guitarist for Wonderbread 5, a great dance band who performs all over the US. She ribbed me for not going to see them play, as I would find her in the crowd, and we could have enjoyed old times. I guess I did step away from the things I once enjoyed...
It must have been in the fall air, as a former salesman from ATG (a company where I once worked) came in the office this afternoon. He is delightfully cute and one of my favorite people from those crazy Telecom days of yesteryear. He put his hand on his heart, jumped back and said, "Good God Catherine is it really you?" Thankfully, I must still look the same. He pulled up a chair and we exchanged laughs for over an hour. We then exchanged business cards. He has two great boys who used to play soccer with Brian. God how I miss those days of ATG and Eric... It was uplifting to see him.
As more of the old moves away, some will not be forgotten and they reach out into my new life, reminding me not to forget the good that is my past.
Some days are picture perfect with profound meaning and joy.
Is this my sign?
Until next time-
C
