False Friend

I have - correction,- had a friend I used to love. I would have been friends with her til the end of the world. I would have been there to do anything I could for her. I did some of that. One night her husband was away and she was home with her three children. It was late, 11:00 ish and she phoned me, scared to be there alone....would I come and spend the night. I did. It is a 30 minute drive and she was asleep when I got there. I slept poorly in her 8 year old daughter's bed.

In the morning she made a decent breakfast and then insisted I work out with her. The woman is 34 and ridiculed me for adapting the exercises for my 50 year old body. I know what my body is capable of and I am in good condition. I work out regularly. I took the mild abuse good naturedly because that is what friends do. She made me jump out in the backyard and try to bring my knees to my chest 10 times. Then we ran in violent short bursts from one side of the tiny back yard to the other. Then we went inside and lifted weights and did squats. I thought I did pretty well. She is psychotic anyway. After lunch I had to leave and get on with my life.

There are many other times I sacrificed my own convenience and preference to cater to her whims and dysfuntion. I will detail them at other times.

Now she has commited an act so grievious that it is suddenly and truly the end of our relationship. There is no way to regain what has been lost. She threw away a significant friendship. She will regret the loss of my friendship one day. I, on the other hand, will in time forget all about her. I hope.

Bamma Bits

In case you are wondering what this title means...it is what my almost three year old granddaughter Madelyn calls me! First she could only say 'Bahma'. Now that she is almost three she can say 'Bamma' To distinguish me from her 'Bamma Glodys', and because 'Chris' is just a little too hard for her to say yet, she calls me 'Bamma Bits'. Very cute. At first her parents Matt and Monika were afraid I would think she was saying an uncomplimentary 'B' word; but, of course I knew she wasn't! We had a good laugh. Children are so sweet and innocent and Maddy is nearly the sweetest of all. She is like a little rosebud, with big dark eyes. Her whole being lights up when her Daddy walks into the room. 'Daddy' she calls, with a big smile on her face. She only throws a fit when she feels she is being ingored or misunderstood. Don't we all pitch a little internal fit when we feel we are being overlooked? I love watching Maddy become herself.