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Friday, April 29, 2022

MEMORIES & GOOD FRIENDS

Scheduled Lunch with Becky at Country Folks Deli.
Yesterday AM Friend Connect.

Spending time with friends is always good 😊

Yesterday morning, Becky sent me a text message – and I was glad to get it (I had to cancel the last month’s get together): I’ve been pretty much housebound with asthma attacks and bronchitis flareups during this c.r.a.z.y. Spring weather … averaging about two or three out-of-house escapes a month; if I was lucky.

Cabin Fever was starting to set in

I was out of the house earlier than the scheduled luncheon meet, but that was okay with me: I was out of the house. And I’d have about half an hour to shoot the breeze with my Country Folks Deli cutie (a waiter at the Deli that makes it his personal mission to make sure I have a good time when I stop in 😉). He’s about the age of one of any one of my granddaughter’s – between 32 and 25 – and he’s a joy to be around. I also brought a paperback novel with me, to pass the time with too, until Becky joined me.

But first, I stopped and grabbed a Payday flavored latte 😊 When my eyes read the Red Bull flavor of the day, it triggered a song I hadn’t thought of in decades, to run through my thoughts. Yep – that’s how my brain works. It seems like everything I do, and see in life, is in some way related to a song.

I got the Payday Latte.
Billy Joe Royal – ‘Cherry Hill Park’ song: 

20 minutes later, when I had parked the Highlander and situated myself in a back booth, I saw that Country Folks Deli had updated their Menu’s. And I walked through the building, making vids of the place to show cousins and friends where I like to hang out 😉

While I was making the vids, the owner’s mother asked me how long I’d been frequently the place. I said, “longer than it’s been the Country Folks Deli – I remember when it used to be a Bar with a loooong solid oak bar covering that wall over there, and an equally long mirror behind it. There were pool tables here and here; and I finally got to see my husband’s car (that he had sold before we ever met) that he talked about nonstop.” And she said, “I think you’re talking about the place next door – this used to be a Bank.” And I said: “Well maybe it was a Bank before it was a Bar … but it was a Bar in 1974 when I was standing in this same spot – that staircase is in the same place, so is the front door; the door I stepped out of to get some fresh air, light a cigarette … and spotted my husband’s beloved Camero sitting at the curb, with it’s hood raised and a frustrated driver trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I recognized the car by my husband’s description of it, and my husband fixed the problem for the driver. This place was a Bar in 1974.”

Very nice ...
Back end – alley entrance – of Country Folks Deli.
Don McLean was coming out of the surround speakers.
Don McLean – ‘Starry, Starry Night’ song & The Story Behind the Song:
Front end - Main Street side - of Country Folks Deli.
Bob and his teal-colored hotrod;1967 - before I knew him.
Bob after he'd sold the Camaro, and after we were married.

And on the back of that memory, Becky showed up, and had another memory to share with me 😊

And she sent it to my phone so I’d have it, too – she is a very good friend, and a soul sister.

Becky had a surprise for me. Poker Night at Morton's new home; Claddagh Road, Castle Rock. Fall 2000 - Bob was 50 yo, I was 43 yo. and wearing wire-rim glasses, which don't show up in the pic.
Claddagh Road, Castle Rock; white arrow is location.
This morning’s selfie: I'm a different person now; a chubby Solo Lobo. LOL

We had an enjoyable lunch/convo; and the hour passed too quickly. But this is a standing monthly scheduled thing, so we’ll be seeing each other again.

On my way home, I topped the gas tank off … and saw that the pump price has dropped another 5-cents; I don’t think that will be enough to save the obamanite demonrats though, in the upcoming elections.

A 5-cent drop in price ...

I was also flirted with as I walked from the pump to the Station Cashier Shack, and back ... I smiled, and kept on walking: friday night is generally 'prowl night', and I'm not interested in replacing my husband with a weekend cowboy.

But I smiled because even though I have no intention of shucking my Solo Lobo status - it's nice to be appreciated by the opposite sex, ya'know?

When I parked the Highlander, and was collecting my jacket and purse from the passenger seat, I noticed that a sticky incident had occurred while I had been enjoying lunch: this was not on the car when I pulled out of the carport earlier.

And I could almost hear Bob chuckling and rolling the r of the Finnish word for heron 😉

Hmmm … it looks like Gus-Gus, the favored Great Blue Heron of the immediate area, had passed overhead on his way to The Lake, and relieved himself enroute 
Lake Sacajawea from Country Folks Deli; 5 mins.

Inside the house, I was glad to see that the picture of Bob and I, that Becky had sent to my phone, finally fully downloaded 😊

I can never have too many pictures, or memories of Bob. It makes my heart happy to know that others have good memories – and pictures – of him, too.

Memories and good friends are a great combination.

It was a good day today.

I think I will end it finishing up the trims on my own designed/crafted fingertip towels.

Vintage edging on my fingertip towel edges (patterns to be posted to this Blog, next week).

This house that we bought the Summer of 2017, and that I shared with my husband until the Winter of 2018 … is becoming more and more a solo lobo woman’s domain.

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