One. Waleed is on the mend and the weather was just right so I stuck him in the Ergo and headed out with my new bluetooth clipped on [which is great! I no longer hang up on people with my cheek! And! I feel very important and chic like I’m discussing Very Important Matters even though its usually a ‘what do you want to eat for dinner? I don’t know what do you want to eat for dinner. I don’t know what do you. . . and so on and so forth]. One great thing about my neighborhood is the children, all races and ethnicity, get along spectacularly. Where most neighborhood streets are empty of children, indoors watching television or otherwise sedentarily engaged, here they’re out interacting with one another. Every evening I look out the window and feel like I’m looking in on a UN headquarters meeting [if it involved hopscotch, jump roping, and playing sports- which lets be honest, we can’t be sure doesn’t take place at actual UN headquarters]. White, Black, Latino, Korean, Pakistani, Indian, all playing together. Today on my walk I saw two kids dribbling a basketball walking a few paces ahead of me. I’ve lived in this neighborhood seven years and I’ve watched them grow from four-year-olds grinning with more gaps than teeth to now, on the cusp of adolescence, rivaling me in height. I smiled today as I saw them whispering to one another, looking up at the sky and grinning as they pointed at birds flying overhead in perfect formation on this lazy summer evening. I felt about as wholesome as one can. Then one of the boys pointed to the sky once more and the other pulled out a black gun and began shooting in earnest. A BB gun. At birds. Well, it was a great feel-good moment until then.
Two. My games with Waleed are slowly evolving from simply peek-a-boo to now hide the pen, spoon or any other object at hand. I love placing it under a leg or under a sheet of paper and watching him investigate and squeal upon discovering it once more. So ofcourse he decided to amp up the fun and hide my keys and credit-cards. It’s a shame that having the memory of a guppy fish and the verbal abilities of one too, he never got around to letting me know where he put them and I haven’t been able to find them since. I called Am Ex to get a new card, they’re always good about it and I love that they do so with nary a lecture on being more responsible [which I do think they’d be entitled to at this point as I’ve misplaced the card many a time and long before I could blame it on a baby]. But, their eagerness does make me wonder.
Me: My son hid my credit card and I can’t find it. Can I get a new one?
AmEx: Sure. We can overnight it!
Me: Thanks, you guys did that once for me in Brazil but you don’t have to do that now I’m not going out anytime soon.
AmEx: No really! we can overnight it!
Me: It’s okay. Thank you though.
AmEx: But it would be our pleasure to do it.
Me: Yeah, I know but. .
AmEx: Don’t you want your card?
Me: Um, yeah
AmEx: So there’s no harm right?
Me:. . . right. . .
AmEx: It’ll be there tomorrow! Free of charge!
When a credit card company is beside themselves to send you the credit card ASAP it makes you question your spending habits- and while I’m fairly certain I don’t use my cards that much I’ll be double checking going forward for sure. Glad for having a credit card once more and a bit more thoughtfulness as I try figuring out why I’m AmEx’s BFF.
Three. Years ago I had a close friend I cared about very much. I can tell you my reasons but they really don’t matter anymore, the truth is, I made a mistake and I broke a promise to her. I was 20 years old- but I knew better. And while I learned an important lesson from it, it cost me a good friendship- and lessons as valuable as they are- are never worth the cost of a good friendship. Years later through facebook and this blog we reconnected and I was thankful the hurt of years past had faded but the fondness of the friendship we shared remained. Last week I got a book in the mail for my seven year blogoversary. It was from her. A Fine Balance. A book she [and many of you] have highly recommended but I’ve shied away from because its a chunky novel and I know the library renewals would run out before I managed to finish it. Now I have no more excuses [except that K picked up the book to browse through but then never really put it back down because he can’t stop reading it. It’s fine. I can wait.] I am so thankful for how much I’ve grown in the span of time since my mistake but oh so thankful that some friendships get a second chance.
So in sum: neighborhood children who see no color, credit-cards expressed overnight, a new book to dive into and a friendship reclaimed- do Thursdays get better than this? Hope you have a great Thursday too.