I talked far too long with a colleague. I guess that happens when you enjoy the company, Now that alone is an oxymoron. Colleague + enjoy company? But it is true. I will miss our visits but not enough to not go home, even if it is via tincanair.
A faithful reader told me this morning that she waits by her iPhone to read the latest entry. She tells me that what she reads gives a good understanding of what my experiences are. Good. That was the intention initially. But it seems to have become my diary to diffuse frustration and whatnot.
Today I bought Ry a birthday present, and then saw a blouse that I know Jenn will love. I tried the blouse on and the clerk told me I had to have it. I know, the colour is perfect. But I have enough clothes and Jenn is a clone of moi, so it will look even more fabulous on her. Now better get gifts ready to mail. I have enough to cart home with me. Although Ry's birthday is over this way - well I guess it is everywhere, but he will be over in this part of the globe on the day; but still it's far enough to send in the mail.
What I will miss: British India Shop
What I will look forward to: Thanksgiving with my family shortly after I get home
And
now a quote by my favourite poet, to inspire me regarding the rain:
Clouds come floating
into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my
sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore
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