My Supper

I love this blog... the deal with it is that most of my stories are true, some are sort of true and some are just that stories. I hope to leave it up to the reader to decide which category a story belongs in. This story however, I will give you the answer is true. This story isn't sad, it isn't funny and witty but it is one of those times I will always remember.
Today was a hard day at work, not so much because it was hot and humid and I was in layers of black hot clothes, or because the department seems to be turmoil from my perspective but simply because I know I will be leaving soon, and I have to work at not allowing myself to be sad. This is quite a struggle for me. I came home to a not so clean or together house, my son and I had a disagreement, he's my rock right now and my dog had again pee'd on the floor, why the hell do I continue to buy those stupid puppy pads. Needless to say I was not at the top of my game. The word for it was "feeling sorry for myself". I decided to bring my jammie clad ed self to the computer and begin my long journey of spanish 2311, dear god. My son had called and asked if I wanted him to bring me my favorite from the restaurant he was at. I felt better instantly that he and I were not at odds. Seems I am at odds with everyone as of late, because of me, not them. As I sat looking at words that meant absolutely nothing to me, my mind began to wonder. I tell myself all will be fine, the unknown is sometimes good. As I sat at my computer staring at my ocean pictures I received a call on my land phone. Umm, only bill collectors call my land phone. I look anyway, well shucks it is my friend, he's the only one who "ever" calls my land phone. I answer.
His deep voice bellows "whatcha doin", I decide to forego the poor me answer. Nuthin. Have you eaten? Nope, but the son is bring me take out. Nevermind. Why do you ask, were you going to invite me to Texas DeBrazil? laughter.... No..to Poncho's. Poncho's I repeat. Yep, but since you have plans. I quickly tell him, not on your life, give me time to change and I'll be at the door. Ok.
He picks me up and off we go to our old neighborhood or at least the area.
Poncho's is like caviar, it's an acquired taste. It was where we would go on payday as a kid, the flag, the all you can eat, the same building... the memories. We get our food, we begin to talk. We talk about about our families, our work, our issue's. I talk about my kid, he talks of his closeness to his wife. I have to say I like his wife, she has class, and spunk, she can cuss someone out and still hold her little pinky up as she is doing it.(just a little sidebar). We laugh, I nearly cry. I stop for a brief moment and really look at my friend. I have known him for years, yet it seemed we had all the time in the world to be friends. Now things are changing, I am leaving, we will stay friends but it won't be the same. I see the kindness in his eyes, I see his mother in his eyes, I see that he too is tired. I take that moment to store that 45 minute meal into my memory bank. Strange what we chose to store as important memories. I needed him to be my friend, I needed to know someone understood my continual struggle against the sadness this change has brought. I needed to hear his laughter. He tells me of a very honorable position he holds. He tells me all will be ok. We laugh when the two year old drops her soda cup on the baby in the carrier. (the cup was closed) but it was funny seeing the dad jump up... not everyone would have laughed with me. I tell my friend I felt honored that he called me to go to Poncho's. I truly did. He is my friend, and only a hand full of friends can get me out of my jammies once I am in them!!!Tonite, he was the friend I needed. Things do have a way of working out, things will be ok. I already feel better, and soon I will have to find something else to "whine" about because this sadness over this issue will pass. I want to thank my friend for being there, and his wife for always allowing our friendship to be what it is. Thank you to both.I have not told who my friend is because that is part of what makes this memory "my memory".My supper was spectacular!!! later chickies and chicketts. :)