Monday Memory #7
I remember a warm Spring day just two years ago when we lived in Upstate NY.
I was over at my friend Kathy's house and we were painting the rails on her deck. It was one of those glorious days - 75 degrees, no humidity, birds singing and flowers blooming everywhere. The sky was such a brilliant blue - blue as far as you could see without a cloud in sight. There was a gentle breeze and you could just smell Spring.
We talked about "girly" stuff like what color we should paint our toenails and if she should get her hair highlighted. We talked about our hopes and dreams - she and her husband were trying to get pregnant for the first time, and I wanted to apply for a promotion at the publishing company where I worked. We talked about nothing and everything; just like good friends do.
Then we ate lunch out on the deck, admiring our handiwork, wondering how long until the rails would need painted again.