yellow.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings
as bellies, booth, car, color, dinner, dream, favorite color, friendship, hearts, Important, LOVED, many things, parking, parking lot, truth, while, yellow, yellow roses
Once, a friend and I went to dinner.
It had been a while.
Too long, truth be told.
We talked of many things and told each other not to settle for less than the things we dream of.
We drove away that night, bellies full and hearts fuller.
And then another month or so went by and that same friend told me he had something for me.
“Walk with me to my car,” he said.
I did, and once we got there, he handed me this.
“Do you remember that night we had dinner?” he asked.
I nodded as he continued.
“When we drove out of the parking lot, respectively, the lady at the booth was selling these.”
“I remember that!” I interjected.
“I bought this for you that night,” he continued, ”It’s yellow–”
“My favorite color…” I interrupted, smiling.
“And also the color of friendship,” he said, smiling, too, now.
“It’s perfect,” I said, “Thank you so much…”
And now whenever I look at that yellow rose, I remember that I am loved.
And liked, too.
And never, never alone.
And this is good.
Maybe even important.
To surround ourselves with the things that remind us of who we are.
Loved.
Important.
Worth knowing.
Worth eating dinner with.
And buying roses for.
Even yellow roses, for friendship.
Especially yellow roses, for friendship.
chicken!
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones
as center city philadelphia, chicken, chicken head, degree weather, dinner, miss hannigan, peanut butter and jelly, Potbellys, restaurant, today
Today I saw a man.
And this, by itself, is not at all noteworthy. But when you combine it with the fact that he was wearing something on his head that made him look like a chicken and he was playing an accordion, well now you can see why I’d want to write this down.
I think he was trying to make some money, as he was playing on a street corner in center city Philadelphia. And God bless the heat for not being quite so terrible today. The day landed at a cool 86 degrees this afternoon and it must have been very appreciated by this man I have described because that chicken head looked like the kind of chicken head that does not do well in 105 degree weather.
And speaking of chickens, did you know that there was a year in my childhood in which we ate chicken for dinner every single night? Ask any of us kids, and we will tell you that by the second month or so, it was just awful. Ask either of my parents, and they will tell you that by the second month of so, we were just awful.
Because see, we’d complain about that chicken. We were like Miss Hannigan singing about Little Girls, except we were kids and we’d sing a lamenting ballad that may or may not be a little inappropriate when she references men and how she’d like them to nibble on her and goodness, but isn’t this Annie? Isn’t this just a kid’s musical?! But right, we were kids and were we given a ballad to sing, it’d be about chickens because every where we looked, they were there.
And we had to eat them.
And guess what I’ve never ever, not once!, ordered at a restaurant? That’s right: a chicken dinner.
But I have ordered peanut butter and jelly at Potbellys, something for which I’ve been made fun of. We were passing by the restaurant and I blurted out to my friends that I loved Potbellys; that they make great PB&J’s! and well, I guess that is not normal fare to order from a restaurant.
But I was never forced to eat PB&J every day of my life for a whole year, and therefore I can order it happily and of my own volition.
Still, I know. At least we had parents and at least they fed us and really, we shouldn’t have been awful at all. We should have been grateful.
So thanks, mom and pop. For all that chicken. For alllllllllll that chicken. It was a lot of protein and meals and sustenance, but mostly?
It was a lot.
Of chicken.
dinner at 11
in Loved Ones, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as cake, Calgary, course wine, dinner, Emily, God, goodness, honest to goodness, hummingbird cake, Ian, John Legend, Nickel Creek, night, paper thin walls, right, theater/tour, thing, thoughts/life, waffle maker
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