The tea kettle is on for hot chocolate, I'm wrapped up in my quilt and the house is quiet except for my music on this autumn eve.
After work I went down to the blood donation to let them drain the life at of me, well, a pint of it anyway. Hey, it's one way to loose weight. When I walked in, Carol took one look at me and said, "You've really changed!" I smiled back at her and confirmed the fact. I have. Carol has actully known me since I was about 22 as she and I worked together at a nursing home at one time. Now she is one of the Tuesday vollunteers and we say hi every eight weeks. But I think she was referring to the blond hair and the nose ring, both somewhat recent aquisitions. Then when I was laying down getting ready to have a needle stuck up my arm, Gene came over and gave me a hard time as I can always count on him to do. Truly, if you don't give blood, at least go hang out there on a Tuesday afternoon, it's comedy central and yours truly, Ms. Sassy, does nothing to aleviate the situation. We banter back and forth with the other staff, volunteers, and donators like smart-ass comments were going out of style. I love that gang and because I do, I always donate on a Tuesday just so I can see them. Gene and I were talking while my bag of blood filled up and he said I've blossomed. I replied that yes, even two, three years ago, I've really changed, night and day. And he interupted and said no, even in the last six months he can see it. It was meaningful feedback to get. I also asked him about the will of God material and he said I was spot on. (He keeps up with my blog regularly.) So tonight, I'm finishing that up. God, help me.
(The picture is Gene and I. I had my camera with me and threatened to post the photo of us on my blog. Ha-ha!)
