I had a long, 2 hour ride home on the bus. The only friendly face was the slow guy I think of as "Buddy". He calls me "Friend" because he can't remember my name and that is fine.
The last bus driver is a VERY nice man but ALWAYS misses my stop. I had to holler for him to stop. There was a drunk homeless man on the bus who reminded me greatly of Ron so that was disheartening. I walked home to the smell of BBQ hamburgers and the sound of families playing.
I get to my street and every house on the block, save mine, is packed full of cars everyone is having a party. I mean EVERY SINGLE ONE. Except me of course because I'm the crazy cat lady widow. I come home and the cats are under the bed of course. Because everyone is setting off fireworks already.
I call my aunt to tell her I'm home. Voicemail. I call my Dad for our nightly chat. Voicemail, then a text they are busy and will call me later.
So I'm sitting at home really glad I have a friend in Jesus! Because that's it tonight!
PS I heard the ice cream truck walking home, if he comes by I might get something.
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