#2761 three things: sad, sad, silly

1. It will be better in the long run. My local Starbucks is going to be closed this month while the shop undergoes a major remodel. A week or so ago, there was a sign on the door that the store would be closed for a couple of weeks at the end of the month, but this morning, a new sign declared they would be closed starting tomorrow through the end of the month. I am sad about this, and to get over my sadness, I remind myself that there are many, many Starbucks around the valley, so I will be able to get a coffee treat at another location.  I also tell myself that based on what the baristas told me about the remodel, the new look will be nice and we will all be happy. I will miss the convenience of my Starbucks, though. Thursday mornings will not be the same without you, Starbucks.

2. It's gonna take a long time to get better. The Utah Jazz management completed their annihilation of  what used to be a good team by trading All Star Donovan Mitchell today. A couple of years ago, we had three All Stars on the team, and two of them have been traded this summer. I'm sure the third is looking to get the heck up out of Salt Lake City. I sort of lost my shit right there in the office when I found out about the trade. I very nearly cried. My eyes were hot and my throat was tight. I don't have a lot of hope for the team this season. T thinks they will only win 15 games. Ugh. No longer must-watch TV for me. I'm annoyed.

3. Time to lighten up. Last night I volunteered at the Joss Stone concert at RBG, and I had the good luck to work alongside a lovely woman called Libby. I've met her before and enjoyed working with her. We were stationed at the Donor Terrace, checking tickets and giving wristbands to the guests in that area as they arrived. A blonde woman, who was alone, stopped to chat with us. She said  to Libby, "Oh! I talked to your husband the other day! He gushed about all of your accomplishments, and told me how proud he was of you. I wanted to let you know!" The woman probably talked for about a minute, and I was watching Libby's reaction. She was smiling, but she seemed kind of stiff, and a couple of times, she looked over at me,  widened her eyes, and raised her eyebrows. 

I wondered what was making Libby react this way. Was her husband fooling around with the blonde woman? Had Libby's husband recently passed away? Maybe Libby wasn't married at all. I don't know her at all, except that she volunteers at the Garden and at a couple of other places, and that she is from southern Georgia.

The blonde woman left us and went to her seat. Libby watched her walk away, then turned to me and said, "Huh. I've been divorced for 50 years. I really don't think she talked to my husband!"

For some reason, the whole exchange tickled my funny bone. The blonde woman was so sincere about telling Libby all that her "husband" said about her, and Libby was kind of bemused by the whole thing. Libby and I had a giggle about it.