Marnie called yesterday morning... she was off on "our" walk, taking Sam to the park.But they were going with Marge and her new dog instead of me. That is actually a good thing; no sense in pining - I could still live in SR and be able to go to Helen Putnam or Schollenberger with them, but we don't live there any more.
I've got my own walks now: through the woods to get the mail in the evening, or up to the "Top of the World" to sit in the sun and watch the big birds circling in the thermals. I do miss my friends, but I'm trying to find some friends up here as well.
Making friends has never been easy for me, I was always the shy, quiet one. At our 30th High School renion, the boy who sat behind me (for some reason we were always seated alphabetically 'back in the day') came up to me and commented that he didn't think I COULD talk, as I hadn't said more than three or four words in English class in all the years he sat behind me... he was glad to see I could form words. Hmmm... maybe I should listen more and talk less. Erin has said more than once "Too many words, Mom". She may be right.
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