My friend Patty has come down from Canada to visit for a few days. Even though she is originally from Canada, and lives in said country, she will always in my heart have her real home in my neck of the woods.
We became sisters the first time we met and just need that connection once in a while that cannot be fulfilled with Skype. Know what I mean?
I didn’t expect to see her until tomorrow, so finding out this morning that she was “crossing the border” and on her way gave me a happy feeling all day. We easily got into our old routine of letting the chatter go this way and that for the past 3 hours, and somehow have the next 2 days planned on things to do. (She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s gonna help us tap trees on Saturday before we head shopping… hehe).
Well, like me, she hates her picture being taken. Don’t really blame her, I hate mine being taken too. I hate the crappy, unexpected photos that turn up with me making some-face-or-another that is not really flattering IMO. But I am trying to convince her to let me get a photo of her that I can include with our escapades the next couple days.
This should be fun!