Two Good Friends Living Less Than One Mile Away

When I moved here I swore that 39 was no age to start making new friends.  I had plenty of friends and I didn't need more.  I also strongly suspect that the first people to hone in on the "new people" are the crazy people.  Of course I have made a few friends since I moved here.  Kimberly and I hit it off easily.  Her sense of humour matches mine and she and I have similar approaches to child-rearing, religion and life in general.  Everyone needs "One Good Friend Living Less Than One Mile Away".  Check. (These are the people you go to when the people you live with have shredded you down to your last nerve and they are now standing on THAT.

Then I met Karen.  We share similar approaches to child-rearing, religion and life in general.  We share the same sense of of humor AND a love of profanity.  We both deal with health issues (she's a great addition to my Acronym Bank given that she has MS) and share a mutual resistance to being defined by them.

And now (at the ripe old age of 41): Enter Nora.  We met when Gus (of course) and her son Dylan exchanged numbers on the bus and "set up a playdate".  It transpired that Dyalan is only five and is in Bay's class.  It has also transpired that Bay and Dylan get along very, very well together.  Nora is fun, silly, smart and also has similar approaches to child rearing, religion and life in general.  We are scary similar.  She is also "One Good Friend Living Less Than One One Mile Away"  Life is fun.  But more importantly, when you stand back and thank God for the things that happen in life...for the coincidences, for the oddities that life brings I now thank him fervently that my name isn't Dora.

A Little Closer

We moved our furniture out of the Buckley house. I say "we"... I did not actually move much actual furniture... Gene and Trent moved a LOT of furniture. Thanks to Shirley the house was boxed up and ready to go. Trent parked the moving van at 9 a.m. and Charlie pulled out of Buckley and drove it to Port Angeles at 3:45 pm. Gina and Gigi moved us and then drove to Port Angeles with a loaded pick-up truck. Kelly Fitz dismantled furniture and helped too as did Jody Nesbitt... Too cool.... we didn't expect so much help and it really sped the day up. On our Port Angeles end our great friends the Burns fed us dinner two nights in a row AND turned up Sunday morning to help us unload. Trent is a wreck and has a cold now and believes that he has the swine flu. All I ask right now is that if I am to die of something that it NOT be something with the word "swine" in it. (Bovine's not high on my list either.) (I mean SERIOUSLY.....) Gus took the move better than I'd hoped... there were so many people at the house that I think he found the whole day to be a big of a whirlwind (we all did, really... even Trent didn't have time to be sad... and nor did I...) Besides, Gus had his beloved Godparents there and nothing makes a day more fun than having Gina and Gigi around!