The weather is sunny and beautiful here in Spokane, if a little too hot. (Coming from a former Arizonan like me, that’s saying something!)
I signed at the Borders in Coeur d’Alene, ID on Saturday. I saw my friends, Dave and Sue, and we had an interesting conversation, as always. AND there was an added gift–Cheri came! Cheri and I were good friends, years and years ago, when I lived in Bremerton. Our daughters went to the same dance school, and that was how we met. Both of us poor as churchmice at the time, we haunted the Bremerton library and brought home stacks of books. We’d often recommend a particularly good one to each other. We devoured Taylor Caldwell’s epic novels, also Velda Johnston, Naomi Hintze, and others whose names I don’t see anymore. Now, Cheri lives right here in Spokane, and we’re planning lunch so we can get caught up on all the inbetween years.
On a sadder note, my dear friends, Sam and Janet Smith, lost a beloved dog, a boxer named Thor, to prostate cancer. My heart goes out to them.
The horses are thriving, out there in their new pasture, their coats washed in sunlight.
Living and dying. A time to hold, and a time to let go. I had to say good-bye to my favorite cowboy, but there are new babies in the family. Some days, it’s all you can do to put one boot in front of the other. Others, you skip down that trail. Far as this cowgirl can tell, it’s all about showing up.
