Bad Pets

Yesterday, Kim & I decided to take it a little slow. We’ve been spending every morning in a coffee shop, either Guglehupf or some other so I could post my little blog. Yesterday, I thought we’d be done quickly. I just wanted to upload some of those great pics we took the day before. But NOOOO…. This took longer than anything. In the meantime, we both spilled coffee and made big messes. Oye! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the photos.

After the coffee/photo adventure, I asked Kim to take me back to Cedar Creek Gallery. They have the coolest stuff. I remembered one little item in the “Bad Pets” section that had her laughing so hard when we were there…. I just had to go back and get it for her.
You have to understand… First off is the obvious. Kim is a CAT person. I am a DOG person. Kim has three cats: Oscar, the senior member of the family; Finn, the playful genius; and Lilly, the prissy little girl.

So, having a bad little dog with a cigarette in its mouth, and the word “Bitch” stitched on its butt just seemed appropriate for her guest room.

Secondly, this might reflect a bit of our love-hate relationship.

Remember when I told you that Kim and I first met when she had to tell me that she hated me? Well, since then, we have a bit of fun with it and take turns hating each other.

When we would go camping together, we’d sit by the fire talking. Inevitably some relationship or other would come up. “Sherman likes you better.” “Yeah, but Warren likes you better.” “Well… Jean Marie likes you better.” “Well, you have all these passionate deep friendships.” “Well, you have this whole youth thing going on.” I hate you! This was while smoking those little cigars and sipping something warm and soft that I never thought I was allowed to sip before.

This list would go on. All the things we actually loved and admired about each other would somehow come out as “I hate you because…”

Kim has always been so clear about who she is, what she loves and what she hates. Her clarity would often shock my own fuzzy people-pleasing “likes/dislikes” into stark truth that would surprise me more than it surprised her. Somehow, her complete acceptance of me would make all my pretenses unusable. There was no use pretending with Kim. I hadn’t realized how much I HAD been pretending, especially to myself, until I spent time with Kim.

Being together now is like picking up where we left off. Nothing has changed. Or should I say… she hasn’t changed. I feel more like I can hold my own a bit more with this powerful woman.

This morning, while going on the weekly three-mile sweat walk with her new friends, one of them asked me if Kim has changed since she was a little girl. I haven’t known her THAT long, but I could answer, probably not. She’s the same woman I met seventeen years ago, stubbornly generous, fiercely loyal, compassionate, big hearted, and frighteningly honest. I’m happy for her new friends. I just wonder if they realize what they’ve signed up for.

Last night we had a picnic in Southern Village, this area’s version of our own Windsor Towne Greene. We met our friends here for an outdoor concert of the North Carolina Symphony.

Today, we went with our friends to see Toy Story 3. I cried (Kim did too). I won’t spoil the plot for you, but thinking about it now, I realize why it seemed so moving.

When Kim left California, I felt like my heart was being torn out of my chest. I also see now how we have each moved on, made new friends, and had new and separate adventures. But our love for each other is as strong as ever.

She has taught me new lessons. BE who you are, no matter your circumstances. Cherish the people in your life, all of them. Relish every moment. Notice the details. Love beauty and the ones who create it. And never ever EVER lose your sense of humor.

Thanks, my friend. I will miss you. But my heart is staying secure in my chest this time.

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Fawn, how beautifully written and honest – loved it.
    One day when I grow up I might do a Blog.
    Bon Voyage, Happy Birthday and come back again

    Reply

  2. Posted by Auntie Em on June 27, 2010 at 2:07 am

    that sure looks like one “tough Kitty”. Hope that sperad tasted as good as it looks.

    Looking forward to seeing you on Monday

    lots of love

    Reply

  3. Aww, I loved this post. I’m really enjoying getting to know Kim through her blog and her comments at mine. Thanks so much for introducing us. Blessings, Debra (p.s…I’m really enjoying your trip!)

    Reply

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