January 24, 2011

She's Magalicious

The last time Maggie and I had quality time was in May 2009. That's a year and a half apart. An eeeeeeeternity.
Tragically sad.

I know I've told you before, but Maggie likes to give dutch ovens. I don't mean the kind Le Creuset makes either.

Maggie drove down from Lawrence to spend the day with me and I am so thankful to have friends who are willing to drive to me when I am vehicle-less. They are good people.

We went to Amics for lunch. It was scrumptious as always and Becky joined us.

If you happen to be in McPherson and you go to Amics, please get the chickpea salad in honor of yours truly. Thank you.


Then we walked down the street to The Well where we sat all afternoon and drank coffee and laughed.

While we were there this random man came and sat with us. I'd seen him around The Well a couple of times before. Medium height, balding with a slight combover, carrying a small, black laptop case, he looked to be in his mid-thirties. He came over and began talking to Maggie and me.
"I'm just going to sit here and wait for my ride."
"Are you knitting?"
"Actually I'm crocheting." I was making Maggie a hat. After she saw my dad's she decided she needed her own pink version of the hotness.
"Oh, my ex-wife used to do that. She was 58. I married a woman who was 30 years older than me."
Maggie and I exchange awkward glances. "Oh, how did you meet?"
"Well, that's interesting."
"It didn't work out though."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"I've gotta go now."
"OK, have a good day."

A woman and her daughter also stopped by. She asked me if I was a photographer and I said, "Nope, I do like to take pictures though."
She said she always wanted to get a big camera.
I advised her that there's no time like the present.
I don't really believe in giving people advice, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

I am intrigued when people share random bits of personal information with strangers. People are fascinating. I know that's not a revelation, but I speak the truth! You never know when those random strangers are going to turn into great friends.

Maggie's a great friend. She, like most of my friends, found me.
Maggie gives the best hugs.


(p.s. I realize that this post makes little to no sense. The points: I <3 Maggie. I <3 Friends. I <3 food. Random strangers are interesting. That is all.)


  1. I love you! And awkward men who marry women 30 years older than them...and dutch ovens...both kinds.

  2. @magnolia haha! Life with you is always interesting!

  3. This is not a complaint but an observation. This pic you took of me hints that I have gray hair. Huh....now I look even more like my Mom.

  4. @ Becky...really? You think? I don't really think it looks gray, I do think it looks blonde. AND PLEASE, we are cursed/blessed with our mother's faces. Yay us. :D