After the dream I find myself at Chico’s the next morning. On a sudden whim, I have decided to try and find an outfit to wear to my neighbor’s daughter’s wedding in late July.

I am there soon after they open and am the first one in the store. I tell the salesperson that I want something for a late afternoon church wedding. “Do you want pants or a skirt,” she asks me.

“I wasn’t sure I could wear pants,” I told her.

“Sure you can,” she said.

“Let’s look at pants, then.”

So we looked around the store at various tops and bottoms and I went into the dressing room to try them on. They all fit well and looked nice. When I would put on an outfit, I would go back out and show it to her and get her opinion.

An old neighbor came into the shop and we greeted each other with surprise. This was a bit of synchronicity. We had recently run into each other at CVS. She has metastatic breast cancer and goes to the same oncology practice that Bob went to.

I went back and tried on another outfit. Bingo! That was the top I left the store with. Both my neighbor and the salesperson said they loved it. It is black and white and I bought a pair of earrings to wear with it. Normally I don’t buy earrings, but she suggested that a necklace would be a little much.

As I drove home, I remembered the dream of last night when the man suggested I stretch a little. I had told my neighbor that I didn’t enjoy weddings—that the organ music was a little overwhelming for me since I had lost my daughter.
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As she left, she said, “Just enjoy yourself. Have a glass of wine or two and then you really will,” she giggled. Even a glass of wine would be a stretch for me, since I don’t drink wine. But maybe someone can turn it into water for me! To each his own….

Vicki Woodyard