I got my crown glued back on. I pulled it out of my wallet, handed it over, and in it went. The TV was still set to Little House on the Prairie. Maybe it’s a whole station? The tech and I chatted about the Ingalls and our kids. Biting down on the gauze while the glue set was the only effort I made. It was the easiest part of my day.
My morning was spent packing and loading my car. I met my Apple Watch exercise goal just going up and down Mitra’s front steps.
I brought some of the stuff to my storage space in Cambridge. This was mostly because I didn’t have space for all of it in my car. I’ll be back for my permanent crowns in two weeks. I can pick the stuff up then.
I meant to get over there when the storage unit opened, but I was delayed and ended up there an hour later. It turned out to be perfect timing. When I pulled up, I saw two guys in RARE Movers jackets. What are the odds??? It was my guys, the ones who helped get me through my big move in January. I parked and ran over to talk with them.
I hugged them, of course, and the woman they were working with came over and pretended to be upset that I was hugging her movers. I quipped that this was part of the RARE mover experience, that you were expected to hug them and tell them you love them at the end of the move. The guys chuckled knowingly. We all explained to the woman how difficult that last move had been. She was aghast and expressed her sympathy.
The guys and I chatted a bit. We debriefed a bit. They had some follow-up questions from January. Then we hugged and we all got back to work.
Mitra had missed my final exit from the house, so she drove over to have coffee with me before I saw the dentist and then hit the road.
We’re sad. We’re going to miss each other. I told her maybe the girl who’ll be staying with her for the summer will walk over to look at the chickens with her. Mitra said, “No, the chickens are just for you.”
It’s astounding to me that I have friends that love me so much that they want me to live in their house. That they reserve chickens for me! It’s not that I think I’m awful and undeserving, really, it’s just that I feel so honored.
Yesterday, Mitra and I were talking about people who get a tingly feeling in nature and feel connected to everything. Neither of us has experienced that. We feel connected to everything when we’re with people, like at protests or a fireworks display. I felt that way at the baby shower yesterday. It moves me when people pull together to do beautiful things.
I’m just outside Northampton now, grabbing a quick snack before I head to Sarah’s Tomorrow we’re having a big dinner party with a bunch of people we love. I feel very lucky.
I stopped to see Mom on my way here. I know that she’s been there at the nursing home the whole time since I’ve seen her, but in her mind she’s been traveling to see friends. She was telling me about visiting their shops, having lunch with them, seeing plays. Apple, tree.