Tonight I am going to visit this beautiful lady. She is one of my very dearest, most beloved friends– we’ve known each other for almost seven years now…meeting at the tender ages of 18 and 19 at Gordon College, our alma mater. We lived by chance next door to one another and almost immediately became best friends. Since then we have grown up, matured, and changed so much. Thank God. Otherwise everyone would be in trouble.
She lives in Newburyport, which is my favorite North Shore town, and she is the impeccably dressed and dazzlingly stylish manager of Modern Millie’s there. Tonight we will stroll down the cobbled sidewalks to Agave, our favorite Mexican restaurant, and sip marguerita’s and munch on homemade tortilla chips (to die for. So dangerous) and talk, and talk, and talk.
When Heather and I were first out of College, we adopted Alice the Cat together. He was the cutest kitten ever born (and I think this may be scientifically proven at this point.) and because of his good looks, he has always had a pretty terrible attitude…Now he is very furry (not fat. Furry.) and lives in the Woods of Maine and sleeps at night on our porch in his cozy cat house. He is an expert mouse catcher, and still absurdly good looking.
Nick was home from work catching up on homework (which is a combination of the two, so I guess he wasn’t really home from work after all…) for grad school, and I made some pumpkin apple-cranberry-walnut bread to bring to Heather tonight. I’ll put the recipe up tomorrow, after we have sufficiently taste tested it.
For now. The sun is out. Lupe and I had a gloriously warm six mile run this morning. Nick is building Alice a Cat Yurt to keep him warm. I have a busy work afternoon ahead. And life is lovely.