Sim Images: To the Rescue Reese

I had an excellent Thanksgiving with Cat and Sharn. Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce (made from scratch), a couple of creative veggie dishes, and pumpkin spice ice cream! Not bad!

We discussed plans for maybe next August doing a road trip in an RV to check out some small towns and then maybe ending it with Faerieworlds or something. A small vacation with some real research inserted- they seemed open to the idea. And its something Sharn can do, even with her physical limitations. We shall see, but maybe do-able.

Meanwhile, another Sim Images installment shall be done today on my friend Reese, who I feel very grateful towards for all the help she offered me steadfastly for over a year before, during, and after the divorce.

Reese is a Type 5 with a strong 6 wing and weak 4 wing. She’s eccentric and has many eccentric contacts and companions. She’s also very loyal and has always been a reliable friend. Smart, practical- yet loves a good story!- wry, witty, and gently snarky, Reese has a strong work ethic, but loves to bask in leisure and dip into fun.

She’s had a close friend, a vet from Iraq, come home from service with severe PTSD and eventually, he committed suicide. So I suspect that when a friend asks for help, she takes it a little more seriously than most people, because she’s lived through a worst case scenario once already and never wants to live through a repeat. While I was worried that I was annoying the shit out of her, eating almost a day a week out of her life for nearly 8 months there, she was more worried about what would happen if she didn’t. I took her to Faerieworlds this year as a thank you for all of that, as words were not enough. She LOVED it, as I suspected she might.

When I first met Reese, I didn’t know what to make of her. She seemed both intense and laid back. We had several things in common, though, and she had a great sense of humor– plus every friend she had couldn’t say enough good things about her. I never imagined that one day when we were hanging out she would tell me that she felt more relaxed around me than anyone she knew! I think I’m a pile of fucking nerves, especially in this last year, but Reese felt close to me regardless. I don’t know that I deserve that honor, honestly. I think Reese is a better person than I am, on the goodness scale. I’ve come to really admire this woman!

Now that the crisis has passed, I shall treasure her friendship and just settle back and enjoy her company when we visit one another. I have to admit, though, that life seems a lot less scary knowing she’s in it. She doesn’t back down or balk from the scary stuff, and that is a relief. She cultivates friends who are interesting, and THAT is a joy.