But love is old
And while I'm waiting here
This heart of mine is singing
"Lover Come Back to Me"
Romberg & Hammerstein
Recently I got together with my dear friends P and C for a shared dinner at P's sweet spot on the river.
We pulled a few cards.
We read to each other and worked up a group interpretation, as is our long habit.
There was a recurring heart theme, which was only apropos, as Ms C told us just before dinner that she had a "heart procedure" scheduled at the big medical center down the peninsula.
P & I decided to make a road trip out of taking C down there, to go out to dinner in the city and spend the night before the appointment in a nice hotel. Dinner at Pluto's was a hit, we got lost on the way south of San Jose, we laughed, talked, all had a good night's sleep and made it to the medical center with time to spare.
And then the road got a little bumpy. For various reasons, Ms C had to stay in the southland for three days. More friends pitched in to bring her treats, keep her company and get her back up here north of the bay.
She is home safe and sound, much to our great joy and relief.
It's times like these that teach you what your heartstrings are made of and where they are attached.