"In My Opinion . . ."
Aug. 11, 1999
What with teaching extra classes, entertaining guests, and doing
a little travel, my summer seems to have flown by far too quickly.
I had every intention of doing all sorts of domestic projects,
creating a wide variety of scrumtious original meals, and
visiting numerous friends to catch up on their news. You know
what paves the road to hell . . .
I have managed one visitation. I needed to borrow something back from some very dear friends, so I invited myself over for the day. I looked forward to seeing the old stomping grounds Bill and I called home before we had children. I couldn't have picked a nicer day for the 90 mile trip.
We talked, sipped ice cold drinks, and enjoyed the spectacular view of gardens, countryside, and Mt. Rainier in the distance. Myriad small birds flitted around, and a few yellow jackets discovered the dangers of hovering too close to us (a vacuum cleaner hose sucked up the peskiest ones). It was a sweet, lazy day.
As a bonus, my godson, hearing that I needed a computer for my daughter, took me to a place where I was able to purchase a refurbished Dell laptop for a scant fraction of the amount I would have spent on a new one. He even installed Word software for me. It was perfect.
Before heading home in the evening, we ate a marvelous meal, one that really WAS a homemade, original summer feast. I drove home circuitously, winding my way through the back roads between Chehalis and Seattle, catching glimpses of Rainier and occasionally passing through tiny rural towns. I thought about this friendship of nearly 27 years, and realized that, like a fine wine, it had indeed gotten better with age.
