Some of the best of days.....

It appears to be a clear day, the sun's shining, and the water's blue. Looking cold… but no snow here. (Missing it already.)

There is something very cozy about snow, gives you every good reason to cuddle up by a fire, sip hot apple cider,..and just be lazy! Getting out, or not getting out, same same! No big deal if you just vegetate, like you are waiting for spring to come. But the snow calls you outdoors, better than anything else does. It has a way of perking you up, and making you bubble with enthusiasm.

Since being away in the snow, I am finding my Sound View, a little boring! It changes very little from season to season, day to day.

One good thing about being back is taking KIM, her gift I found for her in Chelan! It is no big deal gift, just a small one, but it will be meaningful to her. I saw all kinds of gifts I could have gotten for her while I was away, every time I turned around there was some cool item, card, or craft I knew she'd appreciate. It's the thought that counts KIM!

Not much in this world is as sweet as finding presents for friends you love and have a long going, tried and true relationship with. There is not much as special as an intelligent, warm, witty woman friend. Men, sorry, but in comparison, you just don't rate!

Kim and I go back to college," just the other day," in fact!
( you don't say?) Well, sometimes it seems like just the other day.
We met in Vinklarek's sculpting class, we were the last 2 to arrive that first day, and we were the only 2 that never showed for class. We did burn the midnight oil, tho, sculpting most nights, and enjoyed being there in the art dept., alone, having managed to con the guards to let us stay late, just locking the door behind us.

Kim and I spent most of our days working on something, art projects, or my papers. She was ahead of me in school, and she had a word processor. I studied at her home a lot, and we would stay up late nights with a bottle of wine, editing my papers, printing them out, and editing them more, until we had a ream of paper we could have wrapped the school with and my A turned to a B, as we got became very creative enhanced with wine.

Every semester at finals, we went to a bar to celebrate another semester under the old belt, and we danced with cowboys and gathered with others like us, and in the wee hours we'd go to Kim's to make a breakfast, and just fizzle out, almost disappearing into the night, an experience maybe you can relate to? Oh, those were the days, my friend! The days of cheap tuition, when you could have stayed in school forever, because they were, "some of the best of days."