Since I've been home from college, I have met with my darling Joru-chan around 6-630pm every Wednesday and Sunday. We have recently added the ineffable Mina to our ranks. Our goal is to learn hoop-dancing from Joelle and just generally have a good ol' time.
Our goal has changed. Joru and her fiance/boyfriend/housemate broke up for good and left her with a big, boy-sized hole in her life, not to mention a much less stable idea of where she's going to live come Fall Semester. Her job is painfully stressful, her future is uncertain, and life seems determine to pile problems on her. Mina and I are in charge of making sure she gets through it and can be the perky little bundle of fashionable sunshine that we know and love.
So. While hopping and excersise are still a major part of our twice-weekly meetings, we make room for girl-talk, ice cream, silly or sappy movies, nice dinners at our favorite restaurants, whipped cream, good music, and lots of laughs. Maybe we'll throw some nail-painting and hair care in for variety, and plenty of rants about how boys, work, employers, small children, tourists, and the weather are all nasty, rotten things that we'd all be better off without.
Funny thing is, while the whole point of the new goal is not intended to be theraputic for me, I'm finding that it is. Going home at 10 o'clock after frozen pizzas, green tea, and the world's largest rockyroad sundaes, consumed over Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (for those of you not in the know, it's not as naughty as it sounds), I feel at peace. Utterly relaxed, like I was the one being fussed over and pampered and encouraged for hours.
Thank goodness for girl-friends.
Friday, June 18, 2010
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