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It's the small things...
Dec. 4th, 2009 06:34 pmThat make life grand.
This morning, I was eating my cereal at my desk at work and the doorbell rings. Mild huff at the inconvenience of getting up in the middle of my brekky and there at the door is my old friend BV. He used to work at the Division years ago and moved to Hawaii and onto better things. We sat around shooting it for a while and I got the update. I just think about how far he has come. I mean, this guy was working here and living out of his car, showering at the gym and he is doing great...courted by a terrific company in SoCal. I am just so happy for him. I remember how close to the edge he used to live and now he has wife, family and ample means. He reminded me that I used to help get him clothes and food and that he never forgot that. We held him together back then and now he is great. Gosh. Getting teary just thinking about it. Wow. He is on Facebook so we are going to keep in touch there. Awesome.
Then on my way home, I realize that I have had a whole in the pocket of my favorite coat for about a year now. This is my JJILL coat and it has a faux fur collar and I loves it. So as I approach F*** the Tailor, light dawns and I figure out that I can have him sew the pocket for a small fee and it will be all fixed like new...well better than new as he is a really good tailor. The seam would hold and the coat might disintegrate around it... So, in I go and he examines the coat in that critical way he has...
"Coat has no lining, this is good. Can do right now."
Magic to my ears and it will cost two dollars. Two dollars that I don't have...so he tells me I am good for it and can pay him next time I am by. He did not want me to run it on my credit card as the fees would cost more than he would make. I thought that was nice of him and I will stop by this weekend to pay. Coat fixed. I so happy.
Oh and turkey enchiladas at the deli. Yayus. Ready for me to take home.
It's the small things. Happy weekend all.
by izabeth at juicy_grapes
This morning, I was eating my cereal at my desk at work and the doorbell rings. Mild huff at the inconvenience of getting up in the middle of my brekky and there at the door is my old friend BV. He used to work at the Division years ago and moved to Hawaii and onto better things. We sat around shooting it for a while and I got the update. I just think about how far he has come. I mean, this guy was working here and living out of his car, showering at the gym and he is doing great...courted by a terrific company in SoCal. I am just so happy for him. I remember how close to the edge he used to live and now he has wife, family and ample means. He reminded me that I used to help get him clothes and food and that he never forgot that. We held him together back then and now he is great. Gosh. Getting teary just thinking about it. Wow. He is on Facebook so we are going to keep in touch there. Awesome.
Then on my way home, I realize that I have had a whole in the pocket of my favorite coat for about a year now. This is my JJILL coat and it has a faux fur collar and I loves it. So as I approach F*** the Tailor, light dawns and I figure out that I can have him sew the pocket for a small fee and it will be all fixed like new...well better than new as he is a really good tailor. The seam would hold and the coat might disintegrate around it... So, in I go and he examines the coat in that critical way he has...
"Coat has no lining, this is good. Can do right now."
Magic to my ears and it will cost two dollars. Two dollars that I don't have...so he tells me I am good for it and can pay him next time I am by. He did not want me to run it on my credit card as the fees would cost more than he would make. I thought that was nice of him and I will stop by this weekend to pay. Coat fixed. I so happy.
Oh and turkey enchiladas at the deli. Yayus. Ready for me to take home.
It's the small things. Happy weekend all.
by izabeth at juicy_grapes
