Drops of Jupiter

I’d like to say that after I got that extension on my portfolio that I came right home and worked diligently to get my story done, so I could spend the rest of the weekend doing fun stuff.

I’d be lying, though.

No, I left the campus and went straight to Target to buy a birthday gift for a very special little boy. Then I went to Whole Foods to pick up lunch. Then, as I was checking out at the register, one of my ex-boyfriends called.

“Hey there, Goldilocks.”

We hadn’t talked since he'd called on my birthday last month, so we spent a good forty minutes or so catching up. He told me he’s doing really well. He told me that the wife and kids are doing well, too. Then he told me that my friend Josh was right about me being worth the trouble. Awww.

My best friend, Carrie, says it’s unusual that I’m buddies with so many of my old boyfriends. I’m kind of used to it now. I pretty much always end up being friends with the people I date for any length of time. I think because I always stress the whole, “I hope we can be friends” thing. And, well, because I actually mean it.

When you think about it, even if things end badly, there was good stuff there at some point. So, weird or not, I’m really glad they want to remain friends with me. I’m glad they cared enough to still care.


I drove out to Clearwater for a birthday party/barbecue late Friday afternoon. One of my co-workers has a son who is turning three. My co-worker is new to our office, and having met and become friends with his last boss while I was out in California last year, I feel a little connection with him already. We’re still circling each other, though, trying to figure out if we’re going to be friends, too.

I bought the little boy a bubble maker. I sat out on the front lawn with him and his older sister while they chased after bubbles that filled the air and fell on us like raindrops on a sunny afternoon. Then, the little boy pulled a flower from his lawn and handed it to me with a kiss.


I left the barbecue to make it out to the barn in Seminole, which is about thirty minutes away, roughly twenty minutes before I was supposed to be there to tack Kahlua. So I changed out of my party clothes and into my barn gear on the road.

It’s not as hard as you’d think, if you remember to take off the seat belt first. But, now I can honestly say that I’ve done everything you could possibly imagine doing in a car.

And in chaps, no less.