It's Friday, one of my favorite days (although most days are my favorite), but Fridays Cath and I go out for breakfast somewhere nice, somewhere different. It's always nice to be with my daughter, it's easy, it's fun it's non-judgemental, we talk, we don't talk. We can talk about anything and there is no underlying resentment or anger or any of those heavy emotions that sometimes slowly creep into a relationship. It's total acceptance on both sides and it's nice I feel lucky to have this loving relationship with my daughter and that Friday space we hold is so precious. Not that we haven't had our ups and downs together and we've had our share of crying (mostly in coffee shops) but have always managed (with a bit of work on both sides) to get back on track and be able to get the funny side out of it. I think that honesty, humility and good, truthful communication are key.

Yesterday I bought a second hand plastic chair for our front space. I never thought that a plastic chair would give me so much joy, but it is very comfortable and my back feels nice sitting in it. I love creating pretty seating spaces where I can either flop, or just lean back or sit upright (to knit or do a crossword) or eat or doze off. It's nice to have a choice. Today though it's windy and my best spot to be is inside at my little desk. Hopefully later, it will be nice enough for a whiskey in my plastic chair.