I had such a nice time yesterday with my friend. We had a leisurely lunch with cafe au lait and french food, browsed in a bookstore, then stood out in my back patio admiring the golden leaves fallen from the trees. As we get older, I believe we treasure these simple moments more than any others. And it began with a laugh, as I saw her in her car, tapped on her window, and startled her. It was an accident, but when I got in the passenger side, we began laughing at the thought of a heart attack and how the obituary would read: Died suddenly of the tap on the window. I love the fun I have with my friends.
I'm still reading about Red Cloud, and actually my friend and I talked a bit about that warrior culture, which is so hard to understand today. Well, maybe, if you're a Marine. It is so violent, so patriarchal, so much about bragging and symbolic triumphs. Oh, I guess Congressmen carry on the tradition.
Today is another glorious day in our drought season. There is no rain on the horizon. Strange days.
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