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Year Three, Day 149: Ulterior Motives


8:00 a.m.

Sunday, my new favorite day!  I am at Starbucks at Cascades Station. I'm having a cup of coffee and some prayer time before I order a ride over the bridge to visit Baby Grace and her mom and dad.

I love Sundays! It is the only day I get up early without a fuss.

It must be the excitement of seeing my granddaughter.

I will continue this later. Time to order my Lyft ride to Vancouver!

6:00 p.m. I'm back!  Heading to the gym for a soak in the hot tub.

A long, but rewarding day was had by all!

I managed to get in a short hooping session at my daughter's house with my injured hoop. Today is day 113. I am thinking I need to increase my workout time. And add a few moves.


I went to church with my daughter, son-in-law and Baby Grace.  Instead of sitting in the nursery, Baby Grace and I hung out in the coffee area. She had just been fed, so she slept most of the time- on my lap and in her stroller. It was lovely. I even had time to read a bit from my Bible and Joyce Meyer book. And sip tea! I could hear the music from the praise band, but we were far enough away to not harm my granddaughter's tender eardrums.



I was quite enjoying the experience, when suddenly a man walked up to me, smiling.

"Hi Zita", he said.

I looked at him blankly for a moment, not fully comprehending who had just entered my space.

It was "L". My daughter's father. Gracie' s grandfather.

"Hi", I said, almost spilling my tea.

He had been driving by, he told me. He remembered that my daughter and her husband attended the church. He thought he'd stop in to see if I was there.

I thought it was a bit odd. Service was ending in about ten minutes. Why would he be looking for me?

But I was in a good space. In grandma mode. With a nice cup of hot tea. Kim Jong-Un could have sat next to me and I would have treated him warmly. Perhaps.

Anyway, we visited and caught up. No trace of hostility. It felt like two old friends talking. It felt nice.

I didn't even blink when suddenly he was mentioning that he was needing to make a life change. He had lost his housemate, and was looking into a communal living situation. He asked if I would ever consider having him as a roommate, or would that be too weird?

We both chuckled.

I told him I had a nice room I rented adjacent to the little church where I worked part-time. But I was leaving that job at the end of October to babysit our granddaughter. But, the rent was reasonable and my roommate had told me I could continue living there.

I told him that I might be interested in the future. He had said a "communal" living situation. I stressed that I am very private. I mostly read, practice my piano or workout. I am not much for hanging out or watching much tv. He told me he was not either. And I emphasized that I can't afford much rent, so we would have to have at least one other roommate.

He agreed.

My daughter walked up just then, showing mild surprise to see us talking.

We all visited a bit and then hugged him goodbye.

Later,as my daughter and I sat talking, before lunch, I mentioned how her father has changed. She raised one eyebrow.

I told her about our conversation. She shook her head.

"You and my dad should never consider being roommates", she said sternly.

It was so odd. I've known this man for 28 years. We had an extremely dysfunctional relationship. But sitting and talking like friends at the church for 30 minutes nearly erased all the bad memories.

"We're grandparents now", I told my daughter.

She kept shaking her head.

"But he was so nice"! I protested.

"Perhaps he has an ulterior motive", she suggested.

Perhaps.

I do not know if L and I will ever be roommates. But it would be nice if we were no longer enemies.

Time will tell.

Speaking of time, the gym is calling!


Talk to you tomorrow. Happy Sunday!

Love,

Zita






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