Not quite a hurricane Ernesto is dropping rain here, some wind, really not at all bad for a hurricane.......... not here.
Had literally hundreds of e-mails awaiting me, including one from my favorite college guy/ best male friend from college. He's lived in Santa Cruz for, gosh, at least 15? years now? from Eastern Shore, MD, and will be in Maryland this weekend, seeing if I could join with his high school reunion on Saturday:) I'm thrilled, actually. And, dag if my hairstylist is booked up, naturally, but still!
I spent a lot of last night recalling college memories, with him and our shared times, sometimes shared classes, too. We had the same major, Natural Resource Management, Fish and Wildlife management focus, both earned our Bachelor of Science degrees eventually:) He'd switch his sections to be in the same ones I was in. He'd write me Valentine's Day greetings in the Diamondback (UMd newspaper), while I dreamed of getting one from my work beau....... Brian and I hung out a lot. Out last time together included camping at Assateague Island one January, and eating in Chincoteague. I don't remember the year, but I won't forget the full moon. I'd look at that moon, full and plump the next month, and cry thinking that it'd been another month since I saw him. Many many years of memories with Brian, lol, we changed my brakes once, too, putting them on backwards but oh well, I've stayed at his parents, he's visited my father's, we shared our lives in many ways, his wonderful long letters (he is a good writer), and his drawings are superb. But I was too late, just recognizing how much he meant to me THEN, the last time he was home and I saw him, when he'd also met someone out west. This woman was like him, understood him, even taught him fly fishing (okay, that made me jealous, lol). I understood, and was glad he found someone who made him happy. But I was so sad; I'd screwed up, too late.