Looking for a meaning

Day 12 of March Slice of Slice Story Challenge

The sign informed me that pharmacy would open at 9:30. I checked my watch. It was 9:05. My great plan for a quick run to the pharmacy before breakfast did not happen. I walked back home.
After breakfast I had a second try.
The snow and ice stubbornly hold on to to the ground. I watch where I step not to slip and fall.
On the other side of the road I see my daughter's former teacher doing the same, only walking the opposite direction.
We wave and I am ready to move on, when in a split second, I turn and cross the street.  We used to go for a walk sometimes. We liked to talk about school and children. We haven't seen for a long time.
I saw her in a local newspaper because she had received an award for being an awesome teacher.
We hug. I congratulate her. We chat of school and children. This year she switched schools. From a large mass production school to a small parent initiated school.  She loves it. We say our goodbyes and go in our separate destinations.
I saw he last night when she went to visit my neighbor, her childhood friend. I saw her waving to my neighbor's husband who drove to the driveway, then lifting a bottle of wine in her right hand and waving it with a huge smile towards my neighbor's kitchen window.  Exuberant and happy were the words in my mind.

Walking back I think of  this little slice of my life, and wonder what is the meaning of it. I find three.
It could have irritated me that the pharmacy was closed when I first went. Now I took it calmly. I should mention that when I got to the pharmacy, I discovered that I had left my wallet at home and had to go back for a thrd time. None of it made me upset. Kind of good to know I can keep my calm.
Yesterday I wrote about Friday night choices of going out or staying in. At some point in my life I used to be sad that I didn't have a busy social life, nothing happening on Friday. The little scene that I had seen from my window last night did not make me jealous. I was able to smile and then return to my sofa. In this part of my life I can handle school and family, some after school educational events, and occasional days out but friends are a bit neglected. I accept it. You have to make choices because it is impossible to fit everything in. I think it was Clare Landrigan who introduced me to the concept of rotated neglect.
The pharmacy being closed at first altered my plans. Thanks to this I had a very positive encounter. This unexpected meeting left me with light and smiling feeling.

When you choose a slice to write, there are many that go unwritten. I wrote a celebration of my unwritten slices here.

I hope your Saturday brings something unexpected and positive to you.