It was a beautiful weekend in spite of the fact that I way overslept Saturday morning and didn't get up until 10 am. I'd been downstairs to the bathroom at 7 o'clock and climbed back into bed for "a few minutes." Ha ha. Three hours later I was appalled at how long my morning nap had been.
Early Saturday afternoon I took a ride to the home of my former assistant pastor whose daughter is a missionary in Guatemala. The country is entirely shut down. The people aren't allowed to leave their homes and many of them are starving. I'd saved up some money over our own shutdown with the intent to donate it somewhere. This seemed like a good time to put my plan into action. I found Lydia's parents appreciative and enjoyed a visit with them before moving on.
My second stop was the pottery studio. It has been mostly quiet and still there, but I knew I had some pieces waiting. I found a few bisque fired cats on the shelf, but no finished pieces. Perhaps they were in the smaller kiln and will be there next time I stop. I snapped a picture of the side street where I parked, just because I think it's pretty.
I feel as though I have known Barbara forever, but this was just our second face to face meeting. We share a story and know each other's heart in a way not many others do. We hugged each other upon leaving and it felt so good to hug a friend. It's been a long time since my friends have felt free enough to give me a hug. Only one other does that now.
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