06-13-25 a conflicted Friday the 13th
I woke up this morning thinking about my friend Ruth. Yesterday morning the chair of the board for one of my clients came for a meeting and we were all sitting around having a coffee before beforehand when somehow Salt Spring came up and she asked me how long I’d live there and did I know Ruth Kirby. It seems they were close friends at one time had worked together and she had lost touch with her. I was sad to tell her that Ruth had died from cancer over a decade ago now. It was nice to make the connection of someone else who cared for her and once again proved what a small world it is.
The big puddle I came home to yesterday had not dissipated overnight and I texted the caving company to ask how soon they could fix it so that I didn’t have to walk in water to get into my car. I was told they will come next week.
I had a dentist appointment at 10 where the hygienist and I had a giggle as the music that was playing in the office seem to be the karaoke hits. She couldn’t resist singing along.
I got back to the office and did some work and then went to get my nails done as I was lucky to get an appointment today being that I had managed to peel two of them off. Once again, Minh did magic.
Once back at the office, I got more things done, including booking my flight home from Florida and deciding what I’m going to do while I am there. So that was exciting.
I popped home for a break before heading to Key City Theatre for 545 to volunteer for the Canadian tribute fundraiser concert for Fisher Peak Performing Artists Society
I was a little anxious about the whole experience as I knew that I would see the person that treated me poorly this week. The great thing was, I had more hugs and love from musicians and audience than I could’ve hoped for. Unfortunately, the show started 23 minutes late and ran long, but it was so nice to see so many talented people from the area I live in play.
It is done and it is good to be home
triumphgal 