There was a lot of rain that fell here in February and March of this year, both literally (San Diego is officially out of the drought) and figuratively in my life (to the point where I found myself asking people, “When did my life turn into a soap opera?” The forthcoming answer would be, ‘About three weeks ago now,’ or, ‘Almost a month and a half ago.’). I was dealing with several human dramas—life and death situations affecting family and friends I love. There were other, less dire but stressful problems going on at the same time. “When it rains, it pours,” a few people told me. I guess so. I felt like I was walking in a fog for weeks. I literally had dreams about water and that my house was sinking. Fortunately, at the end of the dream a friend of mine was lifting my house out of the sinkhole.
There was one week during this time that my husband was out of town dealing with one family crisis while another one blew up at home. I did call my husband, of course, and talked to him on the phone. It wasn’t quite the same as having him right here though. I never felt the need to call a friend in the middle of the night before but it was time to play that card. Even though I have only a small circle of family and friends, I now know for sure that I have friends I can call at midnight, wake them from a sound sleep and they will come over and listen until wee hours of the morning. It was so helpful.
When I was a teenager in the 70’s my favorite artist was Carole King. I still love listening to her today, her music has the same affect on me as comfort food. So I can’t help but think of the song, “You’ve got a friend…Winter, spring, summer or fall all you gotta do is call and I’ll be there, yes I will. You’ve got a friend. Now ain’t it good to know…”
Yes, it really is good to know. For sure.
Thanks to all of my family and friends who listened and spent time with me, emailed and texted. I love you all.