A dear friend.
Just ahead of my holiday in the U.K. I spent an hour or so this evening with my new (since 2008) and beloved friend Betty. She is the almost nonagenarian ex-Marine who lives in nearby Glen Oaks Manor Estates.
This evening we each drank a soda, and nibbled on fish crackers.
Damn - she is such a hot ticket. She is entirely and unquestionably liberal in her politics; she has a quick and ready wit; she adores my dog Penne (the feeling is mutual); and I enjoy every minute of her company.
We were together for this short while to enjoy each others company before my vacation in the U.K.
Betty gave me $10 - so that I can have a wee treat on my holiday,
Although I am reluctant to receive money from older folks, it seemed to be meet and right
to accept this loving gift,
As Penne and I walked home we heard soft rumbling thunder - no loud crashes, just that good thunder which we can enjoy from a distance. Fortunately Penne is never bothered by thunder and lightning storms.
And there was gentle warm rain. We walked together, Penne unfazed, and I (sans parapluie) enjoying nature's baptism.