July 18

We made yesterday evening to see our friends from out of state. I have been best friends with her for thirty-three years now, crazy. She and her son are staying with her brother, sister-in-law and niece. We talked and laughed until a little after ten last night. She was telling us stories about her recent trip to Utah. Her mother-in-law is eighty-ish years old and she took her to visit her ninety-three year old sister. We reminisced about good ole times from high school and running around. Some of those memories included her green Gremlin, her first car. That car didn’t have a heater; we kept blankets to cover up with in the winter in it. The horn if you listened really close sounded like to wires trying to make a connection. If you sat in the backseat you had to straddle the holes in the floorboard, kind of like a Fred Flintstone car. Those were good times, remembering them had us laughing and our kids looking at us like we were crazy. We talked about the struggles of school and balancing it with life. I wish she didn’t live so far away. We have always talked about going into business together someday, at this point in our lives I seriously doubt that will happen. Who knows, if I ever do make it to Colorado to live I will only be about twelve to thirteen hours from her.