This is my best friend, almost two weeks ago, bobbing in the Gulf of Mexico. She just turned 33, a whole month before me. She attracts people of ALL KINDS, and never refuses a kid selling something for scouts or school. I try to remember that, when kids come a’knocking at my door.
Anyway, I spent four days at her crazy gorgeous house in crazy gorgeous Florida. It was the first time I’d left Ingrid for more than one night, and it was great — I missed her, but not in a desperate, pining way, more like the way I miss Dave when I’ve traveled — I look at everything and wish he could be there to see it.
Also, four of the last five air trips I’ve taken, I’ve spent at least one night in the airport, or put up by the airline. Traveling from Maine is such a bitch, but so worth it, even if I was sleeping on a bench at JFK with a whole lotta other people. And when I got back to Maine, it was Summer.
I should post more. I have some brewing, they just never spill out onto the blog anymore. Blah.