4 1/2 cups of flour.
2 1/2 teaspoons of yeast.
1 bottle Honey Wheat Blue Moon ale.
1/4 cup sugar.
1/2 teaspoon salt.
1 jar strawberry jelly borrowed from my great grandma.
Friendships run cheap these days.
I had never seen her outside of a lab coat – I didn’t even know she had 12 different flavors of coffee next to her Keurig until I sat at her kitchen table, perusing her countertop as I pretended not to notice her precarious limp. She could only offer me a glass of water; anything heavier and I’d have to get it myself.
The cuckoo clock (that’s an odd, certainly personal touch) clanged against the lipstick red wall – despite the aforementioned atrocity, she seemed to have strong decorative taste. Until I saw all the flamingo memorabilia
on her back porch in Margaritaville just a few steps out the back.
Perhaps I judged too soon.
She said she would return to work in three weeks. Although I believed her, I should’ve doubted it when I remembered that she was 52 and scheduled for a hip surgery with two major complications. Nine weeks later, I feel bad for not having visited sooner.
Until she lets it slip that no one else has come to visit her either.
I arrive at 3:57 pm. I’m late, but after discovering that I am the Christopher Columbus of visitors, I shrug it off. She hugs me 4 times in the course of an hour. I didn’t get back in my car until 6:31 pm.
I remember chatting the whole time, but I can’t really pinpoint any specific topics: her dog, Pixie, was shedding a lot. Her husband was a Colts fan and – as predicted – they had done so poorly this year that he didn’t even get any satisfaction yelling at the TV, but rather sat dejectedly on the couch wishing the game would end. Physical therapy was going as well as expected (and by that, it wasn’t progressing at all. Not even in a tango style with 2 steps forwards and 1 back.) The weather was nice, but the air smelled of fall and the leaves were whispering that they would turn soon.
I didn’t think it was very much effort on my part.
But she texted everyone in the department on Monday to send them a picture of her breakfast: homemade toast with strawberry jelly.
Her husband had 3 pieces.
I got two friends for the price of one.