Monday, January 3, 2011

Provisioning and saying goodbye

Well today was the first day that I didn't follow my normal work schedule... so I guess this plan must really be happening! Krister and I started out the day together (which was awesome!), enjoyed coffee on our friend's boat, Convivia (more on the Bradford's later), and then divided to conquer our list for the day.

Krister went to Svendsons with Tucker to pick up DC fans, para-anchor rode and boat odds and ends. I drove over to Berkeley Bowl, the busiest- because -it's -the -best grocery store. Two hours later and after much deliberation and the biggest grocery bill I've ever paid, I emerged almost victorious. Now we have to find space on the boat to fit eight grocery bags of goodies, snacks, breakfast, lunch and dinner! It seems daunting, but I've seem an enormous amount of crap disappear into the so- called wood work of Britannia, so I'm not too worried.

After errands, Krister joined Dynamite Truck for a little practice session. They will be playing their last gig at the Brit in San Jose this Friday. I know he'll miss the band terribly while we're away sailing.

As for me, I joined Suzy and Kathie for a scrumptious lunch of ethiopian food! We sank into the couches to watch Harry Potter triumph, drink hot tea, and talk about relationships. Then as it got late, and I knew I had to be going... we ripped-off the good bye band-aid so quickly that the tears didn't have time to fall. I'm so sad that I can't take the girls with me! My heart is too tender to go on saying goodbye and having "lasts" of everything here. In my leaving, I am truly appreciating all the good stuff; all their love, listening, helpfulness, smiles and laughs... there is nothing in the world like good friends. But I will have to let go for now so that I can live more fully, knowing that, because they are good friends they will always be here for me- here in my heart.

1 comment:

  1. You are in my heart always! I don't pray often but I know now I will pray for fun adventures, self-discoveries and a safe trip home. Two years and counting (just like the St.Pattys clock at Crogans). -Kathie

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