I am back. A little tireder but with several things scratched off my bucket list and I had a really great time. My childhood friend Sis turned her RV north once more yesterday leaving me to recoup.
|Sis at the Diamond Mines|
I wrote about her Mom five years ago who was like a second mother to me. Sis and I just hit it off and while I often moved to another state, we kept in touch the old fashioned way--snail mail.
During school age, sometimes she would spend summers with us, other times I spent summers with them but most often there were very long droughts, especially as adults, where it was only the occasional letter but we still managed to keep in touch.
Sis was the maid of honor at my wedding where we both cried like babies as we realized that our childhoods were gone and we were entering a new phase of life. Some how I missed both of her weddings.
She was my sister before my dad remarried and blessed me with a delightful pair of stepsisters. I guess you could say she was my sister in training.
Then came the Internet and free instant communication. We still live in separate states, she in Ohio and me in Arkansas, but we communicate almost weekly and get together every couple of years.
Age has been kind to her. She is more fit than I--actually more fit than most 70'ish people I know with the exception of you Djan. Her 74 year old body doesn't resist her 30 year old mind as much as mine does. We still have similar interests. As long as it is out doors and moving.
Since she has been here we have toured Garvan Woodland Gardens, hunted for diamonds at a Crater of Diamonds State Park, gone horse back riding in the National Forest, drifted for 4 hours in a canoe on the White River and took a long walk in the National Forest where we saw twin fawns. Some of those events will be for future posts. Yep, I have a few sore spots.
She has helped me mow my yard--twice with all this darn rain. Boy does grass grow quickly in rainy weather but it is tamed quickly when two people tackle it. She let me enjoy the riding mower while she raced behind the small self propelled mower at full speed while mowing the front part. I know my neighbors are buzzing about the whirlwind lady that was visiting Patti.
She was a beautician in her youth so she gave me a hair cut and perm since my shoulder, though much better, still is a problem when messing with my hair for long periods. Ya done good Sis. No Bozo look like earlier this year.
We are different persons, with often very different views and tastes but in the important things, we are the same overly tan little girls that played in the lake, laughed at almost everything and chased boys every summer. We have a long history.
I do hope you have someone like that in your life. They are treasures aren't they?