On Wednesday night, I spent the evening with my friend Maria, before she leaves for quite a few weeks. Much has been going on in her life, much in mine, and sharing with a friend seems to double the good parts and halve the not-so-good. Oh, how we laughed together – and I will miss her when she’s gone off on her visit home.
Maria is a seamstress extraordinaire and will do the honors on a dress recently picked out to wear to a wedding. It will certainly fit better when she is done with it.
Trees are turning colors and soon will be bare. The colors are pretty but they herald the miseries of winter – and I don’t even want to think about it, especially as my best friend just moved back to Florida, very nearby the area where we grew up together.

As pretty as they may be, still think I’d rather be sitting under a palm tree with a rum drink in hand, than up here trying to drive to work through snow and ice.