Memories and People

Tonight, I was talking with a friend of mine who was talking to me about a situation that happened to me and some other people a few months back. I realized that I had pushed some things that were said completely out of my mind even though at the time that it happened, it was very important to me. Today, it seems just silly.

I was also speaking tonight to some friends of my family that have been close to me since I was a little girl. I'll be having dinner with them on Thursday and my memories of them are nothing but warm. I call the wife my third mom. They are that important to me yet it's been years since I've seen them. But they only live like maybe 30 miles from me. There's nothing but life keeping us from each other.

Then, I was also on the phone with several of Shirley's friends and talking to them brings up the whole Shirley situation with me again. I'm anticipating a night of nightmares tonight and a brain that won't shut off. But I realized when talking to them, that I've put off talking with them because they DO remind me of Shirley, as they should. They were HER friends.

So my point to all this is that people make up so much of our memories. They are the fabric to those memories and they are what you remember. Think about that when you have lunch with a girlfriend or when you hang up the phone with your Mom. Those little things make up everything. I know this sounds like something simple but to me, right now, it's very profound. THAT is weird too isn't it? I mean, why is it so profound to me right now???

I'm watching American Idol (big subject change here) and this is really not a great season is it? These people are just not that good. I wonder what the judges were thinking when they put them through?

And I hate my fingernails. I may see if I can find some time for a polish change or something before we leave for the weekend.

Rut roh, all of a sudden, I realize I have a ton of stuff to do before the weekend! I need to make a list. I LOVE lists!!!