Looking up my past

I am sorry it has been two weeks since my last blog, but I had my granddaughter and son-in-Law John with me the first week and my oldest friend Marilyn from Virginia the second week.  I had a wonderful time with all three, but I didn’t have time to write.

So, I continue my blog with new and old friends.  I Quickly responded to Sandra, who had a daughter my younger daughter’s age, and we became great friends.  Her husband was a manager various bands, and his biggest group was soon to be famous – Green Day.  Our lives were different, but we got along well.  Then I spent a lot of time with Anne, who lives up the street from me, had her three kids were a good match for us.  Her youngest was one of Jessi’s best friends from preschool, Greg.  Then I was also close with Marianne, who was a block from me.  Her youngest of three was the same age as Jessi, named Olivia.  We often walked home together, and we also met up at times for boat rides and Holidays.  I also saw Sharon and Lin and folks from Santa Cruz.  Eventually, Lin and I stopped seeing each other, though we’re friendly now.  That friendship had run its course, and We parted amiably.  

Sharon became my best friend, and we saw each other frequently.  She now lives in Edmonds, and loves it there, and is twenty minutes from her son, his wife, and their two children.  And as I have a son, daughter-in-law and grandson nearby, in Seattle, it makes the connection greater.

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