Eileen is one of the best friends anyone could ever have. Her cats were put in jail so that our two monsters could roam her house. She has the best guest bed of any I have ever slept on- and I hate to leave, as well as a shower that is firehouse strong. Bliss. Remember we sleep on a bunk and get wimpy showers in marinas or injure our elbows in the head while trying to wet down or use the camp shower on deck.
The laugh is typical and wonderful. It carries us all through prooblems and her, through life. We love her, big time.
The garage sale ladies - Caroline giving the values on the goodies that were brought over. We had thought it would be a huge one for the girls who had lost their mom, but it ended up with minor stuff from Caroline, ( I should have bought the church), a lot of stuff from Debbie, and our beads, and some furniture. It was as if we had never left Az. and being with friends was the greatest gift of all. We couldn't stop talk talking - Robert had to go hide out.
Shelley and Debbie -in the frozen south.
Us, hiding in the garage when the sun came out. The refrigerator behind holds a case of champagne. Sigh.
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