Dead on a Wednesday

My BFFs went to a graveyard tonight, without me.

Which reminds me of something funny my Mother said.

Mother is an effervescent communicator. She is always so enthusiastic about a subject change. Mother lit up and leaned in, and said, "Do you know who is buried in the Saratoga Cemetery?" When Mother has a tid-bit like that, she looks all amazed, with big eyes.

Faline and I looked at each other, and said "no."

"Jack Brown!" She authoritTIVELY ANNOUNCED. ( I was gonna erase the 'caps lock' there, but it actually seemed accurate.)

Faline and I glanced between ourselves with a hint of bewilderment, and came up empty.

Mother sought to enlighten us, "He was a black man from the Civil War.... Actually, he wasn't buried there, it was his wife and children."

I have no idea how she knows that, nor why she sought to educated us with this random bit of knowledge.

Neither have I any particular idea why my friends are in the graveyard tonight. Although, I am glad they are not dead. I actually thought they might die, all at once, which I would find very inconsiderate.

My BFFs are all off to the East Coast on a Girl's Only trip. I love these women from the depths of my being; it's a sisterhood. Yet, I decided to stay behind with my husband. He and I are determined not to spend a night apart, except under the most horrific circumstances. It's a hard thing to be away from my friends, and a part of me is dying not to be there.

But I wouldn't change my decision, even if I could. I'm with Tim.

I still feel like a chunk of my heart is off with the girls.....You know, in the cemetery, dying, and entirely deprived of wine.