We stopped by so many food spots just to try what they offered. Sam's a great cook as I've learned, but I don't know how much he cooks when I'm not around or what Candace eats or if she even cooks for herself. What I did learn is that she didn't have any memory of favorite foods, or even just a general idea of the types of foods out there. For that matter she didn't have much knowledge of drinks either. She really seemed to love pretzels, they were just the bees knees to her. We did so much snacking though that we never sat down for lunch or dinner. Though, I think if we do go out, Candace needs to visit a proper Chinese place.
I also learned that she's got expensive taste. Sam didn't seem at all surprised by that, nor did he flinch when paying for clothes that Candace had picked out. Or at least, if he did it was carefully hidden. Candace was so happy to be out and about, she was looking for the next store before Sam was even finished checking out. I thought we'd done good not buying much, but by the time we'd gotten back to Sam's vehicle the back was much more full than I thought it'd be.
That's one thing of note, Sam actually had a proper SUV to chauffeur us around. Though I suspect he borrowed it from his parents. It was certainly easier to load and unload Candace, with her broken ankle and crutches. She had a check up on Monday for her ankle, sounds like the doctor is really pleased with how fast she's healing. There was talk that she might have her cast off earlier than expected. They'll have another check up later this month to see how things are going. If things keep going as they have been, her cast might be removed early.
Anyway, so after the 16th street mall we went and visited Cherry Creek for a more standard mall crawl. I mentioned Candace's expensive taste, and I have to admit it's not like she was looking at price tags and grabbing the most expensive items she could find. In fact, she didn't seem to be looking at price tags at all. Rather, she would pick and choose items based upon her own sense of style and while she didn't always grab the most expensive items on the rack, she often did. She knew how to put an outfit together, and even insisted on putting together a few ensembles for me. They are nice, comfortable, and practical. I don't have to wait for a special occasion to wear them, I can put em on whenever.
We didn't just grab clothes though, we also picked up some practical items and furniture for her place. Stuff that'd make it a little more warm and inviting.
I make it sound like we really went overboard. It's just that she didn't have any of her own clothes, and her place just didn't have much in the way of furnishings. This was more about need than money burning a hole in our pockets. But we did load up Sam's SUV, and some of the furnishings were to be delivered the next day.
And I did get some things for myself. Made sure to stop by a book store or two. I'd been meaning to get Patrick Rothfuss's new book, The Slow Regard of Silent Things. His first two books were amazing, and I expect this one will be as well. I've heard good things, just haven't had a chance to pick it up till now.
Sam shadowed us most of the day, just letting us girls be girls. Though I had to laugh when he stopped short of following us into Victoria's Secret. We couldn't use his card, so instead he told me to let him know the total so he could pay me back. Pretty sure he took the chance to get some of his own shopping done, but his embarrassment was plain.
I did remember to ask Sam about what had come to mind that first night I'd visited. I had been talking about Candace probably having a place of her own. Sam had thought it was a good idea and started looking into missing persons reports, abandoned properties, and whatever else he could think to look through. He did remind me that a lot of properties have to be abandoned for a while before any notice is taken, but missing persons should be reported quickly enough.
We're coming up on a month since the plane crash, and Sam hasn't found any missing persons report that describe or otherwise name Candace. He did say he was looking through older reports as well as keeping up on current ones, just in case, but nothing has caught his eye yet. I asked about the entertainment industry, remembering she was a dancer. He said it was entirely possible that she used a stage name, which means even if there was something to find, he might not notice it as easily. But he was looking, just that it hadn't been any more helpful.
Actually, the topic of Candace living alone had come up. Sam said that while he's been checking in on her and making sure she has food, he's not able to be there readily or regularly. He was asking me how appropriate it would be for her to move in with him, or for him to claim a room for himself at her place. With her cast coming off in the next few weeks, she'll be more mobile, but she still doesn't have a vehicle. He also mentioned that she doesn't know how to drive at all. He tried to get her behind a wheel, and they almost took out a fire hydrant. She's flat out declared never again, so he's not sure how she'll be able to get around if she needed.
He didn't ask, but it did get me to thinking about moving in with her. Granted, I should really talk to her, we can't just make that decision for her. But I have been thinking more and more lately about getting a place of my own. I had already been looking up bus routes, mostly just so I can visit her without having to bother Sam, but it did give me an idea of how I can get around Denver from her place. Public transportation has been a blessing for me since I can't drive. And while my parents are happy to shuttle me around as needed, it's nice to have some self sufficient means. I've gotten rather familiar with my route to and from work, and knowing the drivers means I know they've got my back when I need. There's a lot of familiar faces when I commute, which is nice. So I'm sure with a new route I can build that same familiarity. And if I've got Candace with me, I can teach her how to get around on her own as well. Give her a sense of self sufficiency rather than relying on Sam all the time. Give Sam a little break on caring for her.
We talked while Candace was in one of the dressing rooms, she was paying more attention to shopping than she was to us anyway. We weren't trying to talk about her behind her back, but I do think that's what ended up happening. So next time I visit, we'll have to bring it up. I got home a little late, so I'll have to talk to the parental units tomorrow or something.
It was a busy day, and we had a lot of fun. Made it a bit of a buzz kill when I had my own dizzy spell. I hadn't had one around Sam or Candace yet, so they didn't know what to do or what to look for. I hadn't thought to talk to them about it, so that's on me I guess. Candace looked like she was ready to freak out, but Sam was good. He stayed calm, helped me to a seat and asked if I needed anything. At first I just shook my head, which gave him the chance to calm Candace down. And then while she watched me Sam went to get a glass of water. It wasn't necessary, but it was welcome. It happened after coming out of the music store, 3:56 was the time I wrote down.
These episodes seem to be much more common since my blackout. This makes three in just the last week. Usually they happen every other week, but I think it's been years since the last time I had so many so close together. If this keeps up I need to call Dr. Laurie. I've paid attention to my diet, stress from work or school before I graduated, sports, my menstrual cycle, the various medications we've tried. We haven't found any pattern or trigger. I do still keep most of those things down, just out of habit now, and is how I got into writing this journal. I just don't think any of it does any good. Just have to keep recording it all I guess, maybe a pattern will eventually emerge.
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