Soul mate?

how do you know when you find your soul mate?

28 years have gone by, and the re-meeting of your soul mate just happened! Never again will time or space separate you. All roads will lead to you.

Other people are now involved. Friends will be what we are now. Just knowing that you are happy, will make me happy. I will never let you go, I will always keep in touch with you. If things change for you and for me, I want you to know I will be here for you. I will be your (soul mate) friend forever.

Pear tomatoes

This week has had its ups and down in the weather department. It has gotten down under freezing and up to the 70's in the day. I had to get out the old blanket and sheets to cover the tomato plants and the swizz chard. The tomato plants have a lot of green tomatoes nice big ones to very small ones and a lot of flowers still coming on.
A friend from work gave me 2 tomato plants because she did not have room for them, OK. I like tomatoes, but the ones I can eat forever are the pear tomatoes! I got one plant and watered it and waited for the summer to do its thing so I could have tomatoes later.
The spring was cold this year, and so the tomatoes did not get the good start they needed. Now I have a lot of green tomatoes. So that the reason for the blankets and sheets over the garden.
I was talking to one of the part-time bus drivers at work and He had not ever seen or heard of "pear-tomatoes", I was able to pick some and take them to him.
What a good feeling to share and to have share something new with someone. If you have never tried pear-tomatoes, pick up a plant this next year and see for yourself what they are like.

Dan

When I first met Dan he was a handsome six foot tall, two hundred and fifteen pound arrogant egoistical pompus dope smoking 59 year old jerk.  He had been a teacher and a coach and had taught in some of the native american schools and had the attitude that he was the only white man who had ever done anything that propeled kids away from drugs and alcohol and into higher education.

He was diagnosised with esphogeal cancer that was located at the bottom of the esophogus at the sphincter  going into the stomach.  Within six weeks he dropped fifty pounds.  Although food tasted good to him, it was not being digested.  His weight continued to plumage to one hundred forty-three.  Soon he was equipped with a clostomy bag.  He was skin over bone. He still very much enjoyed massages. With the drastic changes in his physical appearance came an attitude change as well.  He became kinder, softer, and appreciative of those around him.  One late afternoon he even offered for me to sit in the massage chair and he would rub my shoulders.  I tried deperately to say no but his wife gave me the look. It was a begging sort of look.  I agreed.  He had hands of gold.  He gently used the finger tips and moved clockwise on the top of the trapezius, then across to the shoulders and back to the neck.  When he finished I ask him what I owed him and he smiled.  His wife later told me that he talked about that for hours.  He laughed and said how different life would be if he could be well. 
He went on and on about much he learned from the hospice caregivers about loving people and doing good just because you can. 

Today Dan weighed in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds.   His back is nothing but bony promineces at best.  He smiled and joked and ask me if I needed an assistant because he thinks he is up for the job.  Today I noticed his eyes. So vivid blue. So clear.  When I commented on his eyes, his response was, " I guess when I cleared up my soul the windows clearedup too." 

I am not God and I do not know how much longer Dan has on this earth with us.  What I do know is that if by a miracle he were made well, I would want to be his friend.