Hotter than the hubs outside. Ruby and I have circumnavigated the’Hood…and circumnavigated it…and circumnavigated it…and….WHEW!
We’re finally back at the Funny Farm. The Human is pooped. Apparently the Dawg is, too: she’s flopped on the cool tiles, looking like she figures it’s nap-time.
Thinking…thinking…thinking of long-lost friends who are SO missed.
Really, Your Godship, did you have to arrange to leave me to last, for the great exodus to the sky?
My friend Jo-Ann: oh, how I do miss her! We met in the church choir and held forth there until we had nothing left to hold… After we each left that group, Joan and her husband Lee moved to Colorado, where her daughter lives. And that was about the last I heard from her.
Recently, we got word that Lee had passed away. Not surprising: he was a superbly elderly man. But sad: because he was a wonderful man.
So apparently Joan must have moved in with the daughter. Which would be good: very good. I gather the daughter has a spacious home in a pleasant area. And nothing could be better for Joan than to be close by a family member.
Hm. That kind of defines life, eh? You start out, trot along the path. and ultimately (if you live long enough) go round and round and round…often coming back to where you started from. Or mighty close to it.