There’s a great old Girl Scout song: “My friends, my friends are good for me. I like them and they like me. Together we’ll share our juice and bread. We’re so happy when everyone’s fed. My friends, my friends are good for me. I like them and they like me.” Okay, well, we might replace the juice and bread at our age with let’s say, chocolate cake and coffee, but still.
I transferred my work station up to the mountains yesterday as my best friend since college was here to help her mom through some eye surgery. Side-by-side, we worked on our computers and when the work day was over, we three ladies went to supper and, wait for it, the Big Foot museum. Sitings abound in Colorado, did you know? There was a map and everything. We had a lovely evening playing guitar and singing old camp songs and hymns and just picking up where we left off. Blessing indeed.