Everyone went home from our luncheon after they helped me clean up. Wonderful friends. I’m really lucky. Tip managed to pop in to see if there were any leftovers. I asked him why with him being an angel and never having been human, how could he eat, and so much?
He said it was because he could appear as human when he wanted to or needed to and had the occasion to partake of human food and had acquired a taste for it. Eye roll here! Oh boy! never a dull moment with Tip. I still missed him and our little “adventures.” I told him I was saving some soup and sandwiches for Frank.
Tip asked if he could have some anyway. Of course, I’d never turn down a hungry angel, or anyone else. I’m always willing to share. Tip ate like a starving man! Seriously, if I hadn’t seen him eat like this before, my eyes would be wide and my mouth open. Margie was looking at him with a funny expression on her face. I had to laugh.
Melissa came in the room to greet Tip, then she turned to Margie and said, “Yes, Aunt Margie, he really is an angel even if he eats like a truck driver!” We all turned to stare at her with amazed expressions. She smiled a sweet smile, grabbed a cookie and ran out of the room. Tip looked at me, and said with a dead pan expression on his face, ” So, anything new happening around here?” “Oh no, not much! Melissa seems to have developed the gift of reading thoughts, at least sometimes.” Margie said, “Yep, she repeated exactly what I was thinking. Being 4 years old, she hasn’t had time to developers filters or tact” We all laughed.
Tip asked if he could hold Michael. “Aye, Lassie, this is a fine big boy you have here! Very handsome.” Michael laughed up at TIp, reaching for Tip’s hat. “He’s such a happy, easy baby. Very sweet and loving. I got really lucky. I love Melissa, but she was difficult with colic and allergic to formula. I wish I had breast fed her. I’m breast feeding Michael, so hopefully he won’t develop any of those problems.” Tips face turned a bright shade of red.
Always amazed me the way this angel could blush! I mean you just don’t think of angels blushing or eating grilled cheese sandwiches for that matter. I learned something new and sometimes more every day. Tip got flustered, handed Michael over to me and popped out. Margie and I got the giggles.
Margie went home and I found the paper with Pam’s phone number in my purse. I thought about what to say as I waited for her to answer the phone. How about Hi, it’s Patt your room mate in the haunted hospital. A lilting female voice answered with, “Hi, how are you? I’m so glad you called, can you hold on for a moment?” Uh oh! I didn’t remember her as a Pollyanna type. “Sure.” I said this in my best Pollyanna voice!
She came back on laughing. “I’m so sorry! I was in the middle of diaper changing!” My turn to laugh! “Oh boy, I sure understand that. This is Patt, your roommate from the haunted hospital. I found your phone number and was wondering how you are doing?” “That was pretty scary. I was thinking about you yesterday and wondering how you are.”
“I’m fine. Next week I’m having a luncheon for my friends. We have a sort of young mother’s group. We get together and talk about our children and what ever else pops up. I was wondering if you can, would you like to join us?” “That would be awesome! None of my married friends have kids, and my single friends are career girls. I’ve been kind of lonely since the baby. I would love to come. Can I bring something? I make a great vegetable lasagna. I’m a vegetarian.”
“Sounds good! I haven’t had vegetable lasagna and I’m sure my friends would love it too. How’s your baby girl doing?”
“She’s really growing like a weed. Happy, healthy, and always hungry. Ouch!” We both laughed at that. We agreed on Wednesday at noon and chatted a few minutes about nursing and burps. Her daughter’s name was Heather. Pretty name.
I went to the kitchen to see what there was for dinner. The big pot that held soup and had been washed was back on the stove and full of soup. Tomato with bits of tomatoes and what looked like onion and green beans. There was also a big platter of grilled cheese sandwiches on the table. None of this food was there when I went to use the phone.
You would think I’d be use to this kind of thing by now. Margie called it everyday magic and it was performed by angels and angels to be. I couldn’t do it. Wish I could. Wave my hand and delicious food appears. Hmmm! Maybe wave my hand and the house would be clean, kids would be clean and I could sit around eating Bon Bons in a spa. Oh yeah!
I guess you think because I have angels popping in and out and can walk in other people’s dreams, and have a daughter than can hear thoughts that my life is pretty easy. Not so, always a problem or two or more. Right now I could hear one meowing at the door. I opened the door and there was a tiny scruffy little black kitty meowing. She sat on my foot and said, “please let me in. My mommy got runned over by a big monster and I am cold and so hungry.”
I bent down and picked her up. Phew! She stank! I brought her in and put her down by the food dishes. She was so light. Probably only weighed a couple of pounds. She started gulping food ravenously. I got some milk out of the fridge and warmed it up. I opened a can of wet food and put some in a dish. I picked her up and she frantically tried to get down. I set the food and milk on the table and watched her eat. I kept her from drowning in the milk. She ate most of it and then fell over asleep.
I looked down at the kitties watching. Clemmie who was mama to all the babies jumped up and anxiously looked her over. I told her the babies mama probably got hit by a car. Clemmies asked if we could keep her. “She looks like Layla. She lived with us in Salemn, but went outside and never came back.” Clemmie looked really sad. She licked the top of the kittens head. I picked the sleeping kitten up and took her to the bedroom and put her in a cat bed. Time for a bath later. Clemmie lay next to her. Poor little mite. She had picked the right house.
I gave Layla a bath when she woke up. Hissing and spitting a pound and a half of fury. I had weighed her before her bath. She took to Clemmie right away and seemed to like the name Layla. Frank came home in a good mood. His robotic arm was working on a line and doing great. Frank said his boss was so pleased that he was going to get a bonus. He looked at all the food in amazement.
“I thought you had a luncheon today? How did you have time to make all this food? It’s smells wonderful.” “This is leftover from the luncheon. We made too much.” Frank commented it was enough for an army. We sat down to eat and Melissa are two grilled cheese and a large bowl of soup. I had to admit it was delicious. Angel made food tasted different. Better, like it had a little sprinkle of magic seasoning.
The evening went well. Melissa fell asleep quickly and without any comments about stray thoughts floating around. Whew! I didn’t know how Frank was going to take this. We made it through the rest of the week and weekend without Frank noticing Melissa and her occasional comments about what one of us was thinking. He also didn’t seem to notice Layla.
Layla was a real beauty when she was clean. Her fur was sleek and glossy black. No white anywhere on her tiny body. Her eyes were a beautiful clear green. She gained weight quickly and was a sweet baby. Even Anu loved her. She fit right in and Pearl was delighted to have a playmate close to her age and size. They ran and played rough and tumble, which delighted Melissa no end.
Margie and I planned the luncheon. Since vegetarian lasagna was going to be the main dish, we decided to pair it up with a large salad. Linda was going to bring crusty French bread and Judi was bringing dessert this time. Coffee for the adults and juice for the kiddies along with hot dogs if needed.
Judi, Linda and Margie came early and we set the table for us and a table just for the girls. Pam knocked on the door at noon exactly. She brought Heather in all bundled up, and rushed back out to the car to bring the food in. Margie went out to help and brought back a diaper bag, large purse and assorted packages. We put Michael and Heather in the crib together and they started at each other. It was sweet.
Pam was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her figure was gorgeous, only a month after having a baby. I was still fat and felt every pound. I should mention here that Pam was a genuinely nice person. Happy and very sweet. She brought goodie bags for our 3 girls. Cute little hair bows and candy jewelry and lipsticks. The girls were in love with Pam.
Heather was Pam’s first. Her husband’s name was Paul and he was blonde too. He was a professor at a university. I asked what he taught and Pam said he taught physical cosmology. The study of the universe. Pam said Paul had a near death experience a few years back, and he met God. Ever since then he was working to prove the existence of God to the scientific community. Pam said they were a very stodgy close minded community and Paul was a scientist, but different.
To say we were all impressed would be an understatement. Pam also said she was taking time off from studying anthropology. She believed the cavemen were ancestors of Adam and Eve. Whoa! Three very speechless women stared at this intelligent woman, had to have been open mouthed. She laughed and said, ” you are all staring at me like I have three heads!”
“You are beautiful and intelligent and fascinating!” This from Linda. Pam cleared her throat and said, “I’m just an ordinary person. What do you all do?” She seemed genuinely interested. Linda said, ” I’m a stay at home mom, but I’m psychic and so is my husband. We know that our little Sybil will have gifts when she gets older. I’m also a dream walker.”
Pam’s eyes widened.
Judi spoke up next, “my husband and I are 7th generation wiccans from Salem Massachusetts. I’m a stay at home mom too, and Jenny will be wiccan also.” My turn, I’m a stay at home mom and I’m psychic, and an animal communicator. My daughter reads thoughts sometimes. I’m also a dream walker. We all have the same guardian angel, Ariel, and she wants us to help you develop your gifts!”
Pam’s mouth and eyes were equally wide. Then she gasped out, “you are all..I have…gifts?” Pam looked like she might faint! Oh boy!
Circle of friends…part two.
The Kitties korner…
Hi it’s Tabby.. mama said no more squirrel wars.. She forbids it. Then she said that means NO! It’s fun to argue with the squirrels outside the window. It gets boring here in this room. Toys don’t interest me anymore. I played with them all. I like to jump on mama, then she yells out and feels guilty and I get extra petting. Mama said I am the sneakiest cat she ever knew. I find paper and foil she thought she put up and chew it in front of her, then run and hide it. A girl’s got to have some fun. Uh oh, I don’t like the way she’s looking at me. Bye.