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boats and friends

 I spent this past weekend at my friends house to stay busy around good company.  Friday night I packed up Miyagi and a weekend bag and headed out to the shoreline.  Their house feels like a second home to me, I am that comfortable there.  

This is where I may drink a little too much, or perhaps smoke or have more gummies than usual....my testing grounds for how much is too much because i'm safe there.  (yes, I also felt that way at "his" house) I don't have to worry about what i'm wearing or what stupid nonsense comes into my brain and out of my mouth.  I always laugh my ass off with them.  They are like family to me.

We joke about being a throuple, only I don't get any sex.

On Saturday we spent the day on the boar.  The weather was perfect and I still got sunburned because.....i'm Irish.  We burn.  It felt so good to be on the water and just relax, talk to Doug - Jen ignored us and enjoyed her peace.  Even Miyagi seemed to be relaxed.  

Years ago my ex bought be a kayak and I would go out with my girlfriends to different places.  It was fun to poke around, sit and float, or get that workout ...........my favorite part was just getting out there and then kicking my legs over the side of the kayak, leaning back and taking in the sun while we all talked.  The nice thing is i'm in the water but not in the water.........i don't have to worry too much about creepy crawlies.

It was lovely and exactly what I needed. 

By the time we got back to their house to shower and get ready for some of the others to come over I was pretty toasty.  My phone was ringing as I was bringing bags inside the house and I thought it was my daughter because it was a video call ring.  I'm diving for my phone and I see it's my friend from school.

He was the first boy to hurt my feelings and "break up" with me.  After years of not seeing each other, we reconnected and now when he comes to Connecticut we try to see each other and catch up.  We are friends only, we were so young when we "dated" the summer before and during freshman year of highschool.  Back when we, or at least I, was an innocent.  

So, it's him calling me- and I had already seen on his facebook that he was at Laconia (son of a bitch) and I figured he was calling to rub it in.  But when I answered the call......there was my childhood best friend, not looking any older than a 20 year old.   When we were kids she moved into the neighborhood and we were great friends until we went in different directions during junior high. We never hated each other, we just drifted apart.  Facebook has a way of bringing our past into the present and we reconnected there years ago.  

So they meet up at Laconia, not sure if on purpose or by accident, and get to talking about me. (I would have loved to hear that conversation) and decide to call me.

I was so excited!  I felt like a little kid, literally.  What a nice feeling to know I was part of the reminiscing.  For this reason I am grateful for social media.  I have been able to stay in contact with people that I probably never would have come into contact with again without it. 

So.......yes.  A very peaceful weekend where I am reminded what is important in life.  Be around people you love who love you back with no strings attached.  You just want to be in each others presence.  It's really that simple, it doesn't need to be complicated.  

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