September 17th, 2016
RETRACTILE (N) the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation : rediscovery.
Its been a spell, yes it has. In several ways, not only has the diatribe disappeared off the radar. The lead is and with, a rediscovery.
My dear and gentle readers are eager I am sure to find out, what this audacious and intrepid writer has been up to. The daily diatribe starts today with a definition, care-filled followers, will note the diatribe is usually ends with a quotation, and that too may happen. (we just have not gotten to the bottom of the page! This or that means merely this, to kickoff the day or ones heart, a little something that caught the eye and a little bit of the bosom. (Plus, I have to admit been trying to get the pretty picture with it off social media, but alas could not figure it out, as I have not been caffeinated enough.) Simulation in ones mind is necessary, pretend in other words there is a background of pretty PINK flowers.
A long time ago in a municipality far, far, away, there was worker bee, (that would be MOI, the centre of my universe) living on the wet coast of the country and scurrying as hard as a girl can go about the province bringing home the bacon. Some other worker bee came up from another American city, and thru the carrying of water and chopping of wood, and some lunch, became supported and protagonists in their own and each other lives. The amazing part is that thru and with the aid of the internet remained friends, just how amazing is that in the day and age. (many many many of you are in the same category, for which this writer is grateful to be sure, but once again, I digress)
The other worker bee, reads the diatribe faithfully, and has from her side of the Continent, aided and abetted the search for amino acids, for a dog she never met, went to bat for this waspy worker that she has not seen in years. (Too high to count on one hand needless to say) Then decisions were made to visit, bringing with her a new and old instant, venerable friend. Now not to get ones knickers in a knot, old in the best sense of the word, a friend that one is comfortable with in a blink of an eye and is soon to be elevated from acquaintance to friend status in an heartbeat. That is what happened, the brand new old friend is someone who, is able to have fun, where ever and when ever she lands. OFF they went and we went, and back we came all in the name of merriment. Leisurely pursuits all the while, chatting and talking and eating meals of some substance most of the time. Nails were polished and NO gift shop was ignored.
The bed and breakfast has downgraded after labour day its high peak of people thru the house, but the door has not clanked shut tightly. Incoming included friends, as I mentioned above, guests thru brokers from France, bikers ringing the doorbell while on the way to boot camp. (still making boot camp, and having to go thru pyramids of side planks which were and still are of nightmarish proportions.)
Other news, the reservation that would not die still has not. Wandering thru passwords to get on the reservations systems. The weekly run to the end of the driveway to recycle on the second T day of the week can all be checked off and more to the point, all have been accomplished. The grass is greener. Accomplished as well almost 5 kilometers runs as on the second T day of the week is a running group until the weather says naught.
Lucy is enjoying the cooler weather, our travels much shorter and sits of some duration to catch our breathes, but still occuring, 18 months now past her expriy date, and for that too I am appreciative There you have it, the frenzied, the manic moments, many more not included as yet, but stay tuned don’t touch that dial. The greatest gift of life is friendship, and I have received it. Hubert H. Humphrey
Lucy and of course, MOI