Our dogs woke us up early this morning, and since I had something planned with a friend at 10, I cheerfully fed them, made breakfast, walked both dogs and then my husband and I drove to our son's place to feed his girlfriend's cat and check on him. We even whipped over to the bank to get some money out. I was back home in plenty of time and waited first inside, then outside, for my friend to pick me up after her Pilates class. When she was late I called and she had forgotten all about it. She felt terrible and apologized profusely, and I was gracious. But I was disappointed. I could go by myself but a quilt show needs a friend to share reactions and likes and dislikes. So I'll wait until we can see it together.
We're both at the age when forgetfulness is rampant. It could have been me. But now I have a weekend with no plans, no baby in sight, and I have to scramble around for an outing. Am I angry? No, just, as I said, disappointed. There is no blame. Which is an improvement over the past, when I'd have judged my friend, or decided she didn't value my friendship enough and feel sorry for myself. Today it was clean. I named what I was feeling accurately right off the bat. And what happened then was the upset went away in a minute or two. Amazing what practicing no judgment can do!
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