Sunny has walked out the door (well, she did so awhile ago) and she's now on her way to Whistler. I am sitting her apartment withot her and she's not really coming back...ever. I mean, she has to move out, but from here on out, she will be living in Andrew's apartment. It's just me, the cats and some warm tea.
Yesterday was a full day. We sat around and talked for some time. There was much to say. Much to talk about. Much to catch up on. I love Sunny's perspective on stuff, but I think I've taken a nose-dive in the faith department, where she is still holding onto hers. I find that fascinating since we both agreed on Christmas Eve that we have a hard time believing that the Bible is the inerrant word of God. Since that discussion, I've been thinking, "Oh, good. So Sunny will understand if I walk away from God and start having all of these new experiences." Only, ...I'm not really sure if that's completely the case. She is still holding on God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit -- whereas of the three of them, the one I want in my life all the time is the Holy Spirit. I will never deny the power there; I've seen and felt too much first hand to say that it's not real.
So now, I'm sitting on her couch, using a fuzzy pillow to type this. In about three hours, which will 9 or 10pm hometime, one of Andrew's male friends is going to come over, pick me up and take me out to dinner. He seems somewhat pleased that we won't be doing the touristy stuff. Just dinner "and we'll see where to go from there."
As Andrew was standing here in Carolyn's apartment, he said, "Are you sure about your plans tonight? I could call a friend who lives ten minutes away and have him hang out with you tonight?" I thought about it and thought about what my unofficial New Year's resolution was. I didn't write it down or tell anyone, because I don't want it to be just a New Year's thing. So many New Year's Resolutions peter off and become forgotten by March. This isn't a resolution -- it's more of a lifestyle decision. I have said, "No," ad nauseum. I'm tired of saying no, of sitting at home wishing for things to do, of sheltering myself off. I did have an idea in the back of my head -- the guy on the plane from Denver to Seattle? He gave me his card, saying that if I find myself without something to do while I'm here I should give him a call. As Sunny was packing and planning to leave, I had the idea of calling my row partner on the flight to say, "You know, I have found myself with some time. Want to hang out?" Instead, Andrew offered somoene he knows, someone he trusts and not a complete stranger. He asked and my "start saying yes to things" popped into my head. So, I said yes and he siad yes and we're off to dinner and maybe something else tonight. Who knows what the night will bring? Whatever it is and how it winds up, it's all part of the adventure I want to be haivng.
Yesterday, Sunny agreed to go out to Bainbridge Island. I paid for the ferry over and back. Once out on the island, I discovered that the woman we were going to see about tiaras didn't actually have a brick and morter shop. She was Asaian and spoke with an accent. I expressed to her that the wedding is on Sunday and that the bride would really like to find a tiara. We were on the island and couldn't we stop by and look at what she was offering? My goodness, she had a shop on the internet that others were advertising.... She said she needed an hour. Perfect!! Off to Churchmouse Yarn and Tea we went.
Oh, I fell in love the moment I walked in the door. Okay, I loved the island too. I told Sunny I would love to live out on the island. Being here, feeling what it's like in January out here, experiencing Mount Rainier from the plane, all of this has just been wooing me. Anyway, the yarn shop was no exception. I went around touching everything, trying accessories on that I would never have made if I hadn't had the sample right there in my hands to feel and try on to see just how totally cute I was in that beret.
I asked one of the women for help when she had a chance. She was so totally sweet and as we talked, I learned that her husband is the man on the manly man hat pattern. Okay, so he's not just on the pattern; he is the manly man. She laughed and said that he finds it so funny that so many knitters are talking about him. He came home from the last time he was scheduled for a photoshoot -- he could only give them two hours and they wanted more. He said, "They dumped me. Over text." He was so disappointed, but there are people all over the knitting community who are talking about him. And I met his wife. She was so nice and personable and helpful.
I bought more than I should have. Story of my life in yarn shop. But it wasn't just yarn. It was yak fiber and alpaca and something to knit for Sunny. And the shop and people in the shop were so much just the sort of people that I would love to spend my time with.
I bought a headband down the street and I think I jarred my earring off there. I think in Churchmouse, when I took off my Color Affection shawl, I knocked my garnet stud off my scarf and onto their floor. That is what I am convincing myself of. I called both the headband place and Churchmouse and said, "If you find a garnet stud, can you let me know?" I told them both that I bought that pair of earrings in the Czech Republic when my sister was living there for year and I went over to visit her.
We did make it to the tiara place. The woman let us into her living room, where she had the tiaras out on the table. Sunny tried on a number in her powder room off the living room. She had a photo of her dress and was comparing the photo to the tiara, trying to match the beads as much as she could. Eventually she chose one and we left. The island roads back to the ferry were dark-dark. There weren't many street lights, if any. People were out excercising on the shoulder of the main roads on the island and they were barely visible. That I found to be a bit disconcerting.
We got back to Sunny's about 8.00pm local time and I proceeded to fall asleep on her couch at like 8.30. I made my way to bed and woke up the first time at 5.30 local time. I dozed in and out until it was about 8.30 local time, when I got up and wandered about looking for tea.
Sunny has a cold. A big one. With a cough. She started to lose her voice. I heard her coughing this morning, but then it stopped, so I thought maybe she fell back to sleep. When I got up, I contemplated falling into her bed to hang out with her like I did yesterday morning. Only, I was thinking that maybe she didn't get much sleep with the coughing, so I didn't want to wake her if she finally was getting some good sleep.
Yesterday at lunch, and on the ferry (both to and fro) we worked on Sunny's vows. I really like what she has to say. I told her that when (and if) the time comes for me to do any vowing, I might be taking some of the words she is choosing. She said that was more than fine with her. She clearly put time into what she wants to say to Andrew when they get to the front of hte ceremony. I think I might be a bit teary when she speaks out the words that help to commit them together for the rest of the their lives.