Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, July 24, 2003
Shoes, Bras, and Gloves
Michele was a dear yesterday. She was talking to me on the phone when I started my crying spell. I told her I couldn't go and pick things out alone. She asked about Jennifer, who is entirely too busy at work. We haven't even spoken about wedding things in at least a couple of weeks. She volunteered my mom, who lives too damn far. Then she preceded to volunteer both Kimber and Melody. I just kept crying and saying, "I need a best friend." My best friends are online and in NH. (Please don't make me explain all this -- we've talked about how different online friendships can be. PLUS, you live in Arlington, so it's not like we can meet somewhere at 5:30. I promise I love you guys.) There have been few times in my life when I have needed a friend physically there, and unfortunately, this seems to be one of them. I don't like it. I'm an email kind of girl. I even hate the telephone. With a passion.
A~, Michele had planned to go spinning after work, but as soon as I started crying she said she would meet with me after work to pick things out. This didn't make me feel better. As much as I appreciated the gesture, Michele can't make a decision to save her life. That's not what I need right now. I need firm opinions. So, she asked Helen (Patti's wife) to go with us. Helen was fabulous. She reprimanded me for not calling her sooner and told me to feel free to call her anytime with anything. We picked out my shoes, Michele's shoes, and my gloves. (My shoes won't be in for four weeks. I have no idea how that will work with my fitting, but I'm not going to think about that right now or I'll freak out again.) I still have no bra, which is a huge problem, but Michele said we'll go on Saturday (I'm going to have to cancel my fitting) and find one. Before Helen left, she said, "Don't go to your fitting alone. Call me, and I will come with you. You don't have to do this alone. You don't have to do ANYthing alone." Now THAT made me feel better. Because all of this time I've felt like I had to do everything alone. I can't. I've been trying, and I'm failing miserably. So that made me feel better.
Michele actually suggested I take a sleeping pill tonight. I may take her up on that. If you are familiar with our relationship, you know it is a rare day that Michele suggests a pill. I told you she was getting a clue! ;)
A~, Michele had planned to go spinning after work, but as soon as I started crying she said she would meet with me after work to pick things out. This didn't make me feel better. As much as I appreciated the gesture, Michele can't make a decision to save her life. That's not what I need right now. I need firm opinions. So, she asked Helen (Patti's wife) to go with us. Helen was fabulous. She reprimanded me for not calling her sooner and told me to feel free to call her anytime with anything. We picked out my shoes, Michele's shoes, and my gloves. (My shoes won't be in for four weeks. I have no idea how that will work with my fitting, but I'm not going to think about that right now or I'll freak out again.) I still have no bra, which is a huge problem, but Michele said we'll go on Saturday (I'm going to have to cancel my fitting) and find one. Before Helen left, she said, "Don't go to your fitting alone. Call me, and I will come with you. You don't have to do this alone. You don't have to do ANYthing alone." Now THAT made me feel better. Because all of this time I've felt like I had to do everything alone. I can't. I've been trying, and I'm failing miserably. So that made me feel better.
Michele actually suggested I take a sleeping pill tonight. I may take her up on that. If you are familiar with our relationship, you know it is a rare day that Michele suggests a pill. I told you she was getting a clue! ;)
Dawn, 9:26 AM
