I was feeling a bit down today — missing him. (I know he's around in spirit, but it ain't the same.)
Sorting through his stuff, I came across a note he'd written to himself, wondering how to get me some $30 earrings for (last) Christmas. The money would not have been the problem so much as actually shopping for them without me knowing, when he could no longer drive and could barely even walk. Anyway, it didn't happen.
'You should have conspired with one of my girlfriends,' I told him in my head.
Coincidentally, I had recently decided I'd look better in stud earrings than the dangly ones I've worn for so long. I went hunting for some plain silver studs today, but ended up with zircons, a little under $30, and decided to regard them as a present from Andrew.
Later I was loading my shopping in the car when I heard someone call my name, and there was a lovely
'Would you like them?' she said.
'Why?' I asked.'Aren't they for you?'
'Well,' she said, 'It's a funny thing. Someone just gave them to me and I've been wandering around, thinking, "Why have I got these? Who are they for?" Then I saw you.'
So I accepted with pleasure. I wonder if Andrew had a hand in it somehow. He liked to get me flowers. Even when he couldn't easily go shopping himself, if we were out together and he saw roses for sale, he would order me to go and buy myself a bunch.
Not that I mean to diminish my friend'
Here they are at home in a vase, viewed from above. (I sat them on the floor for the photo, to avoid distracting backgrounds).