Yesterday, I heard the door bell ring. Twice. I was on the phone with my sister, Clara. While still talking with Clara, I went to the door and . . .
There at the door were two dear friends from Indiana. David and JoAnn I first met David in the blogosphere through a niece, Clara’s daughter. I put the phone on speaker so that Clara could greet David and vice versa.
Sylvia was clerking at the food coop a couple of villages from here. On those days, she frequently gets Chinese carry out. So I called her to get their choices (and ours) for supper. We had a great time.
We had a wonderful time sharing tales–both short and tall. We even found time to share catalogs of ailments and woes. However, not much time for the latter.
David is the kind of guy with whom I enjoy sharing philosophical and theological ideas. He is highly intelligent and insightful. If I could have an older brother, I’d want it to be him. Too soon it was over.
After a nice breakfast, we shared out good-byes and they left.
We look forward to our next meeting. Either here or in Indiana. Sylvia and I wish them well as they continue their swing through Michigan.
I just hope he didn’t get lost following my directions to Grand Rapids.
Wish my doorbell would ring and I would find these people standing outside.
I do understand. Your brother is a very special fellow and JoAnn is a trouper with all she is going through. My only regret is that their time with us was so short.
You know I’m jealous of the conversations you and David had, but I’ll live. So happy for you.
It was a fun time for us and we wished you had been here too.
How fun!! That was certainly a nice surprise. you all are good eggs!
Well, thanks, Lin. Your name, among others, came up a few times in conversation. We were wishing you and Sharkey could have been here with us.
There’s nothing like a meeting with old friends.