Old friends and new...

I hung with my old pal Nate Flint last night.  He lives in Utah, has pretty much since high school, so we don;t see each other much.  I may go to his wedding this summer, we'll see how it works out.  It was good to see him, and good to see how we've both grown (up). Also yesterday we bumped into our neighbors that we don't know so well, a young couple  (well our age-ish) with a little girl, Amelia.  It's funny how kids bring folks together, since we're setting up times to get together, not just the tykes, but ourselves as well. We've lived in the sticks of Calais for five years come July, and still aren't tight with the community.  Sure, we know the folks on our road pretty well, thanks to Lisa's monthly potluck idea, but Julie and I both commute too much to work to hang much outside our house/yard once we get home.  Did I mention you can't see another house from ours?

So while I try feebly to stay in touch with old friends, we are reaching out to new ones.  We went to a party at master woodworker Steve Chase's  last week, it was nice.  There's another downside, besides time and gas spent, to sitting in our cars for two hours each and every day, but dammit we live here.  Margaritas on the deck at the Bradshaw's (but a gin and tonic for me, thank you) this summer for our neighbors, and kids playing on the lawn.  Not a bad life if you ask me.

TB