Here is a picture of my lost once new bestest friend. Her looks have changed – we are adults now. I didn’t really notice her at first, my interest was caught up in the luscious sounding “Wraparound@ Electric Spa Wrap.”
I seem to eat heating pads for breakfast – they don’t last as long as a bowl of oatmeal.
I went out hoping to find the expensive, but wonderful, shoulder heating pad with a tab that fit up the neck. Made by Sunbeam UK, if I remember correctly, but not with not nearly as fetching as Mind + Body Care.
Instead, I found my old new, bestest friend who is helping me write this post. She is on my shoulder, rather than looking over it.
Making new friends is always nice, especially when they like to give you long, soft, warm hugs. Then make you hot chocolate from scratch to go with a slice of cheesecake – toppings on the side and it’s your choice.
I picked shaved dark chocolate looking masterful on the battle field of icing. She chose raspberries, letting the juicy sauce spill over the side, and with an exquisite finger, gently, like a lady, use her fork to swirl the jam with the top layer of the cake so none would be the wiser. Our guards seemed to have disappeared and I didn’t want to show off my escape moves.
She convinced me that friendships of any sort of electrical/electronic link left tracks and traces – like the streamers in the wind or kites that fly too high to be retrieved. But those memories, those feelings are always with you. Did I buy the box for its contents, or for the picture of my long lost bestest friend; or for the immediate comfortableness of our friendship. She hugged me from the start as if the centuries had not past, as if our cheesecake and hot chocolate was part of a weekly visit where we shared our fears and our dreams.
Sigh. But it’s only a cardboard box with the picture of a contented woman, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket/spa wrap. I may have something warm for my shoulders and neck, but nothing from her for my spirit and my soul.