Turning Back the Pages of Time - 10

If you’ve ever been in a situation where someone so distantly from your past emerges into your present, you will understand the shock that she felt as she approached Oliver.

Quick as her brain could go, her mind picked up the buried scent of wet, as she reached him. It had been a day of pouring rain when they had sat down over a hot chocolate in the Student Centre all those years ago. He had been wearing a heavy (wet) knit sweater, similar to a style that she had seen recently again on some young people. Everything old is new again.

As he stood, they embraced with the familiarity of a time when your friends were your family as you grew into adulthood. Ironically, they had lived in oblivion of personal pain and family struggles. Only many years later had she heard through the grapevine called Internet that Oliver’s father had died, estranged from his family and a

One week with no mascara

Things I learned while on holidays:

Give a little boy a bucket and water anywhere in the world and he will be happy

That I’m not as brave as some people

That Starbucks coffee is the same regardless of location

People are generally nice and cab drivers are fast

Sunsets are faster in the southern hemisphere

Walking is good for you

Small towns have many surprises, great pottery, good music and great food

Local transportation is unpredictable and fun

Chocolate is good everywhere

Eating dinner outdoors in March is spectacular!

Corona on the beach is refreshing

Traveling with someone you care about is a Gift.

In spite of the 40 degree change in temperature, it’s still good to be home.

                                     

My heart was stolen

In my work day, many people come in and out of my office space. Sometimes, people comment on one of my plants, the photograph of my family members or the open space. In the give and take of my seven hours, I am rarely surprised. People come in all varieties and are all unique and have their special needs. They range from the fully engaged and the fringe, the curious and the indifferent.

Today, someone noticed a small cast iron frog that I have on my table. My prosperity frog, I laughed. She said that she collected frogs, and asked if she could have it! Now that surprised me. To say that I was shocked was a bit of an understatement. Because, truly, I had only just known this person for 10 minutes. We were far from friends! Perhaps she misunderstood my shock for hesitation, so she asked again.

As I gathered my wits, I noticed that the small magnetic heart that always sat jauntily on top of the frog was gone…so I said so. She continued smiling.

And that is how I lost my heart this morning. She apparently needed a “kiss” from a frog.