The Last

It is very surreal when you move to finally realize that after being in a place for 10 yrs you are now in the process of what I call The Last.  The last good byes, the last appointments.

That is where I found myself yesterday.  A sweet friend had a lovely luncheon for me to have an opportunity to have quality time with some of my friends at the Old Edwards Inn in Highlands-one of our fancier places in town.  After parking the car I found myself welling up with emotion fighting back some tears.  After walking inside & saw two of my friends, the tears began to flow a little.  After that I was fine.  We all had such a great time.  It was fun to see them & get caught up on the news.  They were all so gracious.

Today, I got a dental appointment out of the way, & body work done to my car.  What is interesting about these two appointments was, if it wasn't for the move I probably would not have had it done.  But while we had the insurance....  Do I need to say more?

The tooth was not hurting, but looked black when I smiled.  I called it my Pirate tooth.  A few weeks back, I was whitening my teeth.  After the process, I looked back to check to see my teeth sparkle.  Then I did a double take.  Where did I get that thing.  I was appalled.  I mentioned it to my husband.  He said he had noticed it a while back.  "Thanks a lot."  Anyway, this RDH couldn't have that, so I had to get it taken care of.  Also, I hate shots.  I can clean your mouth, but when it comes to the needle thing, that is another matter.  So for me to ask to get this done, you KNOW it really bothered me.  Found out after my Dentist got in there, the tooth had a fracture from one end to the another.  It was an accident waiting to happen.  See I knew I needed to have it done.  It was not just cosmetic!

A year ago on a horrible rainy day, I backed into a parked truck that had no one in it.  His car was perfectly unharmed but the bumper to my car had a big dent.  GLARING!  You see, my car is special to me because my husband surprised me with it on my 50th birthday.  I am planning to drive this baby until I am 80 yr old.  Maybe 90.  But, since it was just cosmetic, we let it go ( :( ).  Now that we are moving,  we might as well fix the car ( :) ).  Yeah!!!  I must say, I am so proud of my car & white tooth.

Other things you think about when you move are: getting into seeing all your doctors for the last time; go to your last hair appointment; dog appointments; car maintenance appointments; buy all the stuff you don't think you can get anywhere else but here; go to Bucks Coffee shop for the last time; get shrimp & craw fish bisque at Sports Page for the last time; & how can I forget getting some dark chocolate covered strawberries at Kilwins for the last time.  Realizing that today might be the last time I will drive along the gorge road seeing the river & waterfalls.  The list goes on & on.  I know if anyone is reading this, I have bored you enough.

One thing that these Lasts reminded me of today was to try to stay in the moment & savory it all.  Isn't that how we are suppose to live each day anyway?

PS-After writing about some of the shops in town, it reminded me of the fictional series written by Jan Karon-the Mitford series.  I could write a blog about this real "Mitford" Highland town.  Hmmmm...
                                                ann :)