A retired guy wrote. He and his wife are off the grid. Kamloops area. Ten years. Sounded pretty happy. Seemed like a nice guy. We have a lot in common including mutual friends. It was good of him to get in touch. I really like that sort of thing.
Another guy and his wife are dropping by in a few days. In their sailboat. From New Zealand, no less. Our connection: other mutual friends from forty years ago. I really like that sort of thing, too.
A big sea-going ship (85-footer) dropped by the other day. Friends. We met while I was looking for an old genset 15 years ago. He had one. I bought it. We’ve been friends since. And I really like that sort of thing, too.
Got some ling cod recently, too. Friend nearby.
And this sort of listing of friends could go on and on. We are very fortunate to be able to say that. “We have friends.” In fact, I even have several bff’s from this blog, some of whom I have never met but I feel a closeness to nevertheless. And old Non-con is actually MISSED if he doesn’t show up now and then. JA, too. And Barb, Joy, Judy and Margy. And Sue. And Anonymous. Gerry. Sid. Lots of Johns. I would estimate that there are maybe a dozen I ‘connect’ with on this blog and no other way. Yet, I still feel we are ‘friends’.
I mention this (partly to avoid writing about politics which is currently gnawing at me BIG time) because one of my best friends reviewed our second book the other day. It is NOT a posted review. Not yet, anyway. He was here visiting. “I really liked it because it was just like being here and having one of our normal conversations, ya know? Like four friends talking….with you doing most of it. And Sally interrupting all the time. It was really conversational. An easy read.”
At which point, of course, Sally shouted, “Hey! Look! A squirrel!” and the three of them jumped up and ran out of the room.
That is how they end all of my monologues now. Getting harder and harder to finish a good rant nowadays. Hell, it is getting harder and harder to finish a good story! (OK, maybe they HAVE heard some of those stories before. Several times, perhaps. Still….. I am supplying free booze and cheese. There is an obligation that comes with appetizers, ya know?)
Oh well, I never said friendships were easy. But they are memorable. I sorta feel it is my friendship-duty to at least be memorable. Maybe NOT always easy but always hard-to-forget.
Try as you might.