Friday, July 13, 2018
A wonderful day
haven't been able to say something like that very often recently.
Mike was nowhere to be seen. Neither did he figure prominently in any discussions. His name did come up but only in connection with things that happened.
Acrophobia was a factor when we went up on Chimney Rock. I had never been there despite my many summers "mid the hills."
We could see forever.
Robin was one of my CITs (counselors in training) way back in 1974. Now she is married, has two sons, sleep apnea, and hearing issues. Age can be brutal.
If things had not gone awry, our reunion would be taking place beginning today. (interest waned this past spring and so when someone else took over the responsibility for it, the reunion was postponed. Can't rid myself of the notion that much of the fault is Mike's. When he made an issue of my being in charge and demanded that as part of the deal, I had to get back in contact, things went south in a hurry.
Won't dwell on that because I do not know, for a fact, that this was the case. Regardless, it did not cone up during out time in Chimney Rock and Lake Lure, yesterday, and that was good.
My time in the Carolinas is growing short and I've had a few second thoughts about whether I really want to head back to Florida. That was going to happen.
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