How’s that for one blog post covering most of our day.
Our bank has a Christmas lunch every year. This is our third Christmas here and the first time we’ve gone. Wait . . I guess it was Christmas, 2021 when the virus was still running rampant and they had it set up with a drive through of sorts where you picked it all up to go. We did that so, I guess we just missed 2022. So, we went today. We sat by a very nice couple and she had spent about 30 years living just a couple of miles from our house but now they live down south of the interstate.
The bank had a photographer there taking pictures. I rarely share pictures of myself . . in fact, there are few pictures of me because I’m always the one taking the pictures but . . here we are. Don’t ask me why the gray in both of our hair looks yellow . . looks like I did a homemade highlighting job and a bad one at that. Both of our gray is about the color of Vince’s mustache. There were taking pictures in a glassed in foyer and I guess that’s why his glasses were dark. On a positive note, it’s a beautiful, sunny, only slightly cool day. It was a great day to be out. December weather can be cold and drizzly a lot of the time.
We left the lunch and went by Hobby Lobby. We both needed a couple of things from there. As we were checking out, Vince said “That lady over there with the fluffy hair reminds me of you.” To Vince, curly hair is fluffy hair. I looked at her and didn’t see anything that resembled how I see myself so I kinda looked at him like . . I don’t see it. He said “Watch her. She smiles at everyone. She’s so happy. Everything she pulls out of the cart, she smiles like . . I can’t wait to get home and make something!” That sounds like a very nice compliment coming from Vince . . for the stranger and for myself. I watched her for a second and she probably did have some of the same mannerisms and expressions that I have.
We got in the car and as we were backing out, she was walking down the row we were on. Vince said “There she is again!” I said “Stop. Let me meet her. I need a happy friend!” He didn’t stop but she got towards the end of the row. Stopped, looked around. She had no idea where she had parked . . which is what I do every time except at Walmart where, thankfully, they have poles at the end of each row with a number on them so when I get out of the car, I look up, make a mental note of what row I’m parked on and most of the time, I remember the row number when I get outside.
The happy lady walked over another row and she was still looking like “Where the heck did I park my car?” Vince said “You two are just alike!” We drove off and left her. Maybe in some ways we are just alike but I’ll never know because I didn’t get to meet her. It was funny though.