It’s topsy turvy at the laundromat today – which pretty much sums up my weekend.  Things I need to do have not been done … yet.  I almost put laundry off until tomorrow night, but a burst of ‘get your arse moving’ kicked in.

So I’m here and there’s only 2 other people currently.  Yet, my favorite seat is taken, there was no yellow coil cash card or laundry cart available – and my favorite machines were taken.

Talk about out of my comfort zone!

I’m ok.

I’ll be ok.

This weekend brought the unexpected – and I am glad for it.

Friday night, not so much.  My neighbors, who form the other two parts of a triangle like configuration with our houses, decided to get into wild screaming matches.  Not with each other even!

One house must have set the other off … “Hey, listen to them screaming and smashing things – we have to join in!”

I can be light about it now, but it was very uncomfortable at the time.  I never know when to step in.  It’s late on a Friday, they’ve maybe had long weeks and a few drinks and arguing isn’t against the law.

But when you hear threats of hitting … it’s hard to know if someone is in danger or if it’s just bluster.  My inner child cringes though.

I can’t even stand my son slamming things around the house.  Even in jest.  I beg him not to do it.  My stomach clenches and a whoosh of tangible fear travels the length of my body.

So suffice it to say, when there are angry raised voices and smashing and screaming – I don’t like it.

I awoke early the next day – 5:30 to be exact.  I was incredibly tired, but I’ve long since lost the ability to ‘go back to sleep’.  Once I’m up, I’m up.

It was still a little dark outside.  And peaceful.

I sat clutching my coffee and gazing up at the sky – then a thought came to me.  Wouldn’t it be great to stand between the two houses that offered me such audio the night before and just start screaming?

Wake THEIR arses up with a taste of their own medicine.

Of course, I didn’t do it.  I’m a lover not a fighter.

I had little motivation the rest of the morning – I just sort of scooted from one spot to another in the house.

Then the phone rang.  My boss has connections at the venue Berlin was to be playing that night.  I’ve been wanting to go ever since I saw the first advertisement.  Yes, he could secure me two tickets and we’d arrange later to meet up.

Color me happy!

I spent the rest of the day doing less scooting and more horizontally.  I put golf on the tv and had a short nap.  It’s not that golf bores me to sleep by the way, it’s more of a comfort memory.  The soothing tones of the commentators and soft claps from the gallery make for great white noise.

I awoke to Butters barking her head off.  She’d really been doing that all day – false alarms.  But this latest bark was in fact announcing the arrival of a guest.  Two to be exact.

A friend and her grand baby.

I love this friend.  We’ve worked together … well – in the same field and do business together – for 10 years.

I love that she just thinks to ‘stop by’.

She has a vibe to her that I won’t do justice if I try to describe.  You know I’m going to try anyway though.

She’s unpretentious and comfortable to be around.  She’s funny and warm and has dimples that join her eyes when she’s smiling.

You can’t meet her and not like her. You know how you’ll come across someone every once in a while who just has ‘that something’ and you can’t put your finger on it?  She has that too.

Okay – here’s her description lol: she would be the person in the animated forest that all the animated woodland creatures came to hang out with (move over Snow White.)  Only, she would be saying “get the hell off me” with a laugh in her voice and the woodland creatures wouldn’t be offended.

I was happy she visited – and happy that I got to hold this tiny foot:

Phone rang again and now I had a meeting-up time to collect the tickets from my boss.

I had planned to do my weekend job that night – and I still could have if I gave up my visiting time.

I chose not to give up my visiting time.  I know what’s important in life.

Visit over it was time to get ready for the concert.

Here’s Nic and I waiting outside for my boss.  (Who happened to be waiting inside for us – isn’t that always what happens?)

Concert was amazing.  I sang along to ‘The Metro’ and ‘Sex’ and of course ‘No More Words’.  I love exposing Nic to genres and artists he might otherwise not hear.

Terri Nunn left the stage and stood singing in front of me – I was able to get this picture.  And by the way – what a presence she has.  She loves to perform and she loves to dance – you can feel it.

So here we are at the tail end of the weekend.  Sunday – and I have to squeeze everything I didn’t do into it.

That’s okay though – I am blessed with new memories, old friends and teeny tiny baby feet.