today was a day i had been anticipating.
my janny bear!
my godmother.
one of my mom's good highschool sacramento friends.
i named my first stuffed animal after this woman for goodness sake.
its strange because since i was a little girl, i have only seen jan 2 times. and each time it feels like we haven't skipped a beat.
the trip that morning had great scenery...
to my left...
and to my right...
and even one of these babies...
with the sun finally peeking out, we found our way to Wilton, which is a little town just south of sacramento.
we pulled up that morning and waited at the gate at the front of her driveway. it was so nice to be here. the sun was out despite the clouds best efforts.
jan has a swagger. she's in her fifties, but has a swagger. long silver and black hair falls just past her mid back. adorned in homeade jewelry. and always a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
the next 12 or so hours was a buzz... 6 years of catch up. she introduced me to her 7 dogs; fancy, pepper, stormie rose, shane, shasta, cody, and... there was one more... and they all had full names, which i wrote down and apparently misplaced.
she spoke of sour diesel and silver haze.
how she doesn't like feeling 'wangy.'
she spoke of pam mann, the self-righteous, pierced, tattoed, tarot card dealing, human female bull dog, who apparently was debuting as a thorn in her side.
of mary youngblood.
of indian flutes, her jewelry...
dreams of red-tailed hawks, eagles, and white owls.
i was able to see her husband, Jim. Jim and Jan seem to be polar opposites, so their magnetism is right on. :) Jim may be one of the stronger willed people i have ever met, recovering from a long winded battle with cancer. after months of medical treatment (chemo, stem cell transplants, every side effect imagineable), he is recovering so beautifully. putting on weight, growing out his hair, and taking care of himself.
jim and jan
jeremy, jan's son came by for a bit. very much like family to me.
me, jere, jan
jan made us mouthwatering teriyaki chicken and mandarin salad that night...shared a peace pipe and i drank the ever lovin goodness out of several stoli screwdrivers...
oh, jan can talk too. i thought i was a chatty kathy. nope.
so we talked late into the night, which resumed early in the a.m., not skipping a beat.
we were sent off smiling after a pot of coffee, ham and hashbrowns....
