I was too lazy to take pictures on Sunday. Instead, I lounged about feeling useless, playing with my phone to pass the time. Didn’t even want to knit… Felt like I was waiting for something. Mr. Mouse said we would have a quiet afternoon, sipping wine on the couch, lit fireplace. He made two apple cakes instead and I wandered around, not knowing what to do with myself. I was going to wait until the girls were in bed to write my post but I ended up at the computer earlier. Closed door, alone with my thoughts. I like it like that.
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, a few weeks maybe. It started when the weather got cool again. Mr. Mouse was going to have an evening treat of ice cream. I was too cold for that. I wanted tea. I went to the cupboard to get my favorite mug. It’s big, huge actually, and it has a print inspired by those scandinavian knit sweaters. I opened the cupboard to get the mug. That’s when it hit me. My friend is gone. She moved to London and I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever see her again.
We used to see each other about once a week. Souricette 1 and her daughter had a playdate while we had tea and a chat. When they came to our house, I always gave her my big mug. I drank in smaller one. The one my mom gave me with the cats on it. I almost never use it for coffee because it’s a smidge too tall for the coffee maker and I’m afraid of putting it in the microwave because of its golden rim.
Making friends around here is hard. People are so busy and already have so many friends. Trish is different. Her husband’s job means they move often so she has to make friends fast. And I don’t see how someone could not like her. She’s smart, down to earth, easy going, and fun. She’s an awesome quilter and draws beautifully. She told me about a quilting class she’d given and I would have loved to take it. She taught her beginner students how to design a quilt so that they would never be afraid of trying something new. She understood me when I talked sewing, knitting or whatever craft I was up to. We talked in the kitchen while one of us was getting bits of dinner ready or baking. We told our kids to run along and play so that we could talk.
She’s in London now and I have no doubt she’s already making plenty of friends. How could she not?
And I’m so busy most days, taking the girls to school and activities, working on my projects, cooking… No time for nostalgia. Except for when I slow down and have tea in my favorite mug.
I’d rather be drinking out of the cat mug.