tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post7536592400392604811..comments2023-11-01T11:17:40.377-04:00Comments on True Stories, Honest Lies: First person singularLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-17487246803656468742014-06-24T09:40:38.264-04:002014-06-24T09:40:38.264-04:00Hi Shell,
I'm glad you have support. I'm g...Hi Shell,<br />I'm glad you have support. I'm grateful for the support I have, too.<br />You're right. We are lucky to have such support and it is terrible that it's not the support and love we most need.<br />Hang in there.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-77507344208395835292014-06-24T09:22:15.914-04:002014-06-24T09:22:15.914-04:00Yesterday I went for an outpatient procedure
and I...Yesterday I went for an outpatient procedure<br />and I am fortunate I have a friend who drove me, waited 2 hours, took me home and spent the night with me.<br /><br />She will stay with me today and tonight too. I feel so blessed that I have this friend & 3 other great friends who would have also helped me.<br /><br />You seem to have a lot of love around you as well.<br /><br />Your Kevin and my Alan died within a day of one another. <br />The good news we have people who love and care for us<br />and the bad news is they are not Alan & Kevin.shellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11231859755559008915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-91215943024184390662014-06-24T08:42:17.953-04:002014-06-24T08:42:17.953-04:00Thank you for such a lovely, thoughtful post. I ac...Thank you for such a lovely, thoughtful post. I actually like eating out alone. It's the fact that I no longer have much choice, that it's the default, that I find disheartening. Maybe we can get dumplings next time I'm in town.<br />Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-8131551667960358062014-06-23T23:01:21.059-04:002014-06-23T23:01:21.059-04:00Thank you for the etymology lesson. I took an etym...Thank you for the etymology lesson. I took an etymologies class once and found the class fascinating. <br /><br />I started dining alone regularly maybe about 5 years ago. I was so uncomfortable. I read articles about it to see if there was anything I could learn to feel more comfortable. I remember reading about how you'll sometimes be given the crappy table. One author said she always insists on the better table if they try to do that. I thought it was bold. I hated it at first but something curious has happened. I now prefer to dine alone. During the years when I had partners and friends who could afford to eat out regularly I thought that dining out was about the company. But after I started dining alone, I discovered that I enjoy my food more because I can eat at my own pace and really concentrate on the textures and flavors since there’s no need to speak or listen. Sometimes when I eat out with friends I find myself wishing I were eating alone so I could savor the food. The first time I noticed it, it came as a real surprise to me.<br /><br />I found that one way to make dining out alone less awkward was to go to the same restaurants and get to know the staff. Then at least I could count on a warm welcome and a friendly face and perhaps some conversation if I wanted. Until I started dining out alone I had never managed to develop friendships with restaurant owners and staff. It made the experience less lonely in the beginning. Although now when I want to be truly alone with my food I have to go to restaurants where they don’t know me!<br /><br />I don’t know if you’ll ever find joy in dining out alone. I’m sure you’ll always be thinking of Kevin. But perhaps the day will come when you’re twirling noodles on a fork or biting into a dumpling and you’ll notice that you’re really appreciating the aroma and the flavors so much you won’t mind that you’re dining with yourself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-10322906874509201072014-06-23T22:10:23.000-04:002014-06-23T22:10:23.000-04:00Hmm. Wish I knew her. xoHmm. Wish I knew her. xoLaurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06434407684834155358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-28801937992182521152014-06-23T18:32:31.816-04:002014-06-23T18:32:31.816-04:00My mentor once said we grow around the hollow part...My mentor once said we grow around the hollow parts, like a tree. Dihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17606616539978818599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980661477245033955.post-48338019898565284862014-06-23T18:31:37.708-04:002014-06-23T18:31:37.708-04:00Flying solo. Tandem trained. Looking at the seat w...Flying solo. Tandem trained. Looking at the seat where your co-pilot always sat. Now the whole flight plan falls on you. It's OK to fly down the road Kevin always liked. It's also OK to not fly near it. It's one flight at a time. One flight to the post office. One flight to Starbucks. One flight to Anmol Indian Restaurant. As you fly by look down. I'll be waving hello. I'll be waving way to go. Sometimes I might even fly with you. I'll like that. I hope you will too. Hugs and more hugs and a cloud full of love. Tony Toledohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15651632081490764732noreply@blogger.com