The Man went off and did his 5k trail run this morning, and came home caked to the knees in mud. It sounded to have been a gruelling race, but he came in tenth (out of 105) which was quite respectable.
This afternoon we have all been round chez Exiles - which is soon to be chez someone-else-entirely, I suppose, as our friends will all be moving out of the house and away to Maine next week. Today was their goodbye party, and very nice it was too. The Exile was again called on to perform an act of heroism in our service - not an epic airport run, this time, but he kindly pulled a tick out of the Man's back with some special tweezers.
There was much happy chatting and snacking. As every guest left there were hugs and farewells to the hosts. I went through the motions of that, but must admit that I am deeply in denial. Although latterly we may really have only seen each other every other month or so, the thought of there not being those great friends just down the road who truly understand what it is to be us living here... Well, sorry, but I'm not even going to think about it.
congratulations to the Man on his performance in the mud
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that you have to say goodbye to your good friends who will be greatly missed
I will miss our sustaining times of coffee and conversation hugely but it will be a pleasure to be able to keep up with you and the Capital District through the blog and we'll be ready to welcome you Down East any time!
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