Thursday, December 30, 2021

BFF - December 30, 2021

 My BFF lives almost a whole day away, whether you're driving it or fooling with an airport.  She's always saying, "We should get together.  Have a craft summit.  Drink a bunch of margaritas."  All of this sounds mighty good, except for the distance problem.

Right before Christmas, she called me and said she might be coming up here for a visit after Christmas.  The day after Christmas, she called and said that her daughter, home from college, had tested positive for covid.  They had not been within six feet of each other for over a week, and my BFF felt pretty confident that she did not have covid.  Still, I told her, "Don't you bring covid up in my house.  I'll need a negative test 'fore I let you in."  

"I'll call you," she said.

She called Tuesday afternoon, more than halfway here.  She was feeling fine.  Her daughter had been quarantining at a friend's house since her diagnosis.  

I did not make her show me a negative covid test, but we didn't hug when she got here Tuesday afternoon.

We sat on the back porch in our pajamas, drinking coffee and chatting, all day yesterday.  Switched from coffee to martinis for happy hour.  When The Husband came home, we had dinner and retired to the living room for a jam session - she played the guitar, The Husband accompanied her on the ukulele, I noodled around with the mandolin but mostly listened and applauded.  It was late when we called it a night.

Maybe we'll put on some real clothes today and take a drive, or something.  



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