I saw K this morning at the mall. We would've met elsewhere but I missed my exit off the interstate and screwed everything up pretty nicely. We made it work though. K is one of my few friends from high school with which I feel I still have a regular, non-Facebook, friendship. I'm not sure why I feel this way though, since it's not as though we talk regularly or even see each other more than once every couple of years. Still, I feel okay with it. I'll know that she's my friend even if I don't have any contact with her in six months. I think it may come back to that loyalty thing. If I told K, "I need you to do x and y for me within the next 30 minutes without asking any questions but trusting that it's the right thing to do," I am confident that she'd do it for me. And I hope I'd be a loyal enough friend to do the same for her.
My lunch with L today provided me the chance to see another starting over of sorts. It's hard not to be delighted for her.
She was in a situation that was less than ideal, she realized that she didn't have to settle for less than happiness, and then she took the necessary steps to remedy the situation, to start anew. She got the happy that she deserved, and I'm glad that I was able to witness it.
P is one of those friends that saved me money. Though my sleeping area was a Lego danger zone, it was still a warm place to sleep. And he gave me jelly beans. Even cooler than the room and board, though, was the time that P gave me. He didn't have to take me to dinner with his family, but he did. He didn't have to play Madden with me, but he did. He didn't have to wake up early to make me pancakes, and good coffee, but he did. And he certainly didn't have to take the time to show me how to eat a grapefruit, but he did. People can always make more money, but the time that they have is rather limited. 'Cause we die. I am thankful to those I've encountered along this trek, including P, that are willing to give so much of themselves and their valuable time. It does not go unnoticed.
Over the past four nights of using their spare bedroom, eating their food, flushing their toilets, and using their laundry facilities, I needed to remind her quite a bit. And after much contemplation and deliberation, I've decided to absolve her of her guilt and quit bugging her about forgetting her favorite stepson's birthday. You are now forgiven, my no-longer-evil stepmother. Go in peace.