My love for sweet pea knows no bounds, even when she thinks my precious rug is a giant pee pee pad. I just love her to pieces. There is one small beloved rug I didn't roll up on the main floor of the house. She found it twice today.
But I wasn't home for over 9 hours, and I didn't really think the boys (Evan has an excuse being sick for an entire week!) were going to hawk watch her like I am likely to do, so I'm just glad she didn't poop in the house. Because poop is triple icky. Especially hers. She has a delicate stomache.
Where I was for such a long time today was picking up Bob's ashes. It turns out that one of Bob's childhhod besties lives 15 minutes from me and agreed to take the drive with me and show me around Bob's old town. First we went to the house of the girlfriend of Bob's dad, who died three weeks after Bob, and she was the most adorable little thing. I'm not sure what I was expecting (a little evil shrew maybe?) but I for sure was not expecting a sweet old lady with a cute little house and a polite clean cut eagle scout grandson who just happened to stop by to help his grandma take down her artifical christmas tree. It was so wierd because Bob had so much anger towards his dad and I expected to meet someone who deserved Bob's venom be transference but this lady was a doll. Crazy right? I kept telling Bob's friend, there is two sides to every story and then there is the truth. I feel bad for my friend Bob because I see his dad, later in life created a whole happy family that would have probably invited and accepted Bob into it if only Bob had been able to let go of past hurts and be a part of this family. This family looks like everything Bob longed for but didn't have. Heart breaking.
After we left the girlfriend's, Bob's bestie took me on a car tour of the town and places where Bob lived or hung out. I got out to photograph Bob's grandmother's house and realized as I ran back to the car it was colder than cold. the temperature? 12!!!! My camera is rated to be useable down to 15. I didn't want to push it. I love that new camera too much to mess it up. Also, that kind of cold hurts, so I will go back for the photos I want. It was snow covered there and that didn't feel right to me. I'm thinking of going back in the fall on the first anniversary of Bob's passing. Maybe we can have a memorial for him. The more I find out about Bob the more of a mystery he becomes to me. So many contradictions. We all see our lives through our own filters, I am struggling to figure out what filter he was looking through. I can't tell if the version Bob felt is pure fiction, tragedy or just enigma.
But in the end, Bob's ashes came home with me, we saw a rainbow fragment in the sky, despite no rain anywhere and I took that as a sign from Bob that coming home with me was a good thing and even that he was smiling over a budding friendship between me and his childhood bestie. We got along great! We are having lunch next weekend.
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