BRANDY, WE MAY HAVE BEEN FRIENDS IN A PREVIOUS LIFE.

Tuesday morning is here. I went out with the dogs about 3:30 and did not see or feel any sign of rain, Yahoo. I called my brother Bud yesterday and asked if he was building his Ark yet. He hadn't started but was thinking maybe he should. Of course come August with its dry, hot heat, we will look back on rainy May and wish for rain again.

I received a email yesterday from Brandy. Who happens to be married to my Grandson Vernon. I met Brandy in 1996, not long after her and Vernon met. I didn't get to know her too well until the next year. Steve and I took over the Capri and a little later her and Vernon came to stay at the Motel. And Brandy went to work for us, on the all night shift. Brandy was young, small, and very pretty. I was not sure how she would do all alone at night on the desk. She did great and everyone who came into the lobby loved her. Leroy one of the owners called her a Barbie Doll. But as time passed every morning when I came on about six and she checked out we would have coffee together. We talked about everything, wise beyond her years. I thought then Brandy was a old soul. I still think that today after almost fourteen years.

Brandy loved to read, fiction, non-fiction, magazines. She came to work every night with her current book or magazine. She wiled away the dark, lonely night reading. She came up one afternoon looking for the magazine she had left behind that morning. "It was a True Romance," she said. I shook my head, I hadn't seen it. Steve who was getting ready to come on for the afternoon shift smiled sheepishly. I took it home earlier ," he said. "I was reading a story in it." We both looked at him in disbelief, then started laughing. Big tough guy Steve, who walks with a swagger, promises to pound anyones head who crosses him and every third word is usually a cuss word. He was reading Ladies love story magazines. It just goes to show you can't tell a book by its cover. From that day on, every once in awhile she would bring some of her magazines and he read them gladly. She was then and still is, our friend.

Now comes the part, where if my daughter reads this her eyes will roll. I have written here on my Blog before I truly believe in God and Christ. But as I have gotten older I have come to believe there are souls who may come back, Reincarnation. I would not bet my life on it but strongly suspect it could be so. I believe Brandy could be one of those. A soul who has been here before. A young woman, who has tasted lifes turmoils before. Now I will really make Billie roll her eyes. There could be a chance we were friends before, Brandy and I, in a previous life. All right, quit laughing. Its not as far out as it seems. Haven't you ever met someone who you instantly felt a connection with. Brandy is one of those people, though there is some thirty odd years that spans between us, I felt at ease with her at the start. I believe I may be a old soul too. So who's to say we hadn't met before. In some previous life, maybe pioneer ladies together. The options are unlimited.

Now I will be looking all day for the company car of Shady Rest to pull up, to take me to the paddy house. Thank goodness my son doesn't read this or I would be going for sure. I certainly do try to keep my strange opinions and ideas to myself. But all kidding aside, Brandy has had a rough year. Strain, worry, heartache. She has handled it well. Quietly she has went on with her life, holding onto her husband and children. Loving them, fighting for her family. In the words of the song "Brandy," "Brandy you are a fine girl." My friend, the old soul. I count myself lucky to have you for a friend. For now I'm gone. I hope to catch up with you all later. Hey, do you think you could be a old soul too? Just asking. I'm outta here.