Don't take things for granted

My friend from high school, Pete, (admittedly more than my friend for senior year - my high school boyfriend, my prom date, my Lollapalooza mate and a whole bunch of other Very Significant Things) who has lived out West for quite a while now has come to live back in Weymouth at least for the summer. He and I got together and did some Old School things, like take the train to the Other Side Cafe on Newbury St and walk the street to the Public Garden (which looks SO PRETTY right now) and then Boston Common, through Downtown Crossing to the train, where we parted ways.

It was a nice little night and along the way, I found a post-it, attached to a large ceramic replication of a leather cowboy boot outside a cowboy boutique called Rick Walker's. I had spotted another post-it note before that stuck on a chained up bicycle so I stopped for the second one. Guess what? It was a good thing I did, because I found it was a part of something called The Note Project. My note said, "Don't take things for granted," and I reposted it on a fancy modern parking meter, pictured above.

The day after Michael Jackson's passing, this is a prescient note to find. I think, though, that I'm doing well with following its advice. Case in point: Pete and I. We hadn't talked from 1997-2004 and then one day in Cape Cod, I ran into his mom and brother, gave them my number to give to Pete and we've been talking again ever since. So, there you go!