Coming back from scheduling my laundry I noticed there was a card and a Post-It taped to my door. The note was a simple hot pink square from Jen saying that we should get together for dinner or a drink some time before she leaves in May, something that I want to know because I have a feeling I am going to sorely regret never having really gotten close to her. The card was a periwinkle rectangle that bore only a quote by Anna Quindlen:
Nothing is what I have been doing all week, and doing well I might add. Later Jen would tell me that she gave me the card knowing this and, upon finding it, thought it would be perfect for me to have.
I was touched by the small gesture - just another thing that I will have to add to the list of things I'm going to miss when I'm gone, right beside being able to talk to bakers who know what they are talking about and always having the right-of-way when crossing a street.
Doing nothing is something.
Nothing is what I have been doing all week, and doing well I might add. Later Jen would tell me that she gave me the card knowing this and, upon finding it, thought it would be perfect for me to have.
I was touched by the small gesture - just another thing that I will have to add to the list of things I'm going to miss when I'm gone, right beside being able to talk to bakers who know what they are talking about and always having the right-of-way when crossing a street.
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