Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Missing: One Diane

I'm not ignoring my blog, I am pouting. I tend to get this way after Diane comes for a visit and then has the nerve to leave. Never have I seen a week fly by so fast.

There is no friend so dear as one who will come to San Francisco and not mind doing nothing but helping with chores. One of the most glamorous cities around and we celebrate its charms by grocery shopping and a round of doctor appointments. God love her, one afternoon I took a nap and awoke to find she had made dinner. Greater love hath no friend than one who will whip up the nummies while you sleep.

We did make it to a couple of thrift stores and they were universally crummy. If even Diane cannot find any good stuff to be had, you know it's the store's fault.

Still, it was a wonderful time, no one is a better friend or guest than she is, even if she did challenge my score of the word "stagier" in Boggle. Jealous.

8 comments:

  1. You kids are so lucky to have each other in your lives! And we're lucky to have YOU.

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  2. Sounds like the perfect week; no pressure to 'entertain' just quality time/'being there' time.

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  3. awwww. Sweetest post ever.

    Especially that ass up there.

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  4. Stagier.. as in "That drag queen really thinks she is stagier than thou."? Fantastic.

    Miss J is glad Mr. P had a nice visit.

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  5. I think it's "stagier" as in "Sarah Palin's one woman show is even stagier than The Rich and The Reckless."

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  6. my diane's been dead 12 years yesterday. nice you've got yours (and she you).

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  7. Cute story!

    My friend Lindsey is an Olympic shopper, is she cannot find anything good in a store, it is most definitely the stores fault!

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  8. Oh, I'm pouting more. Just looking forward to October . . . and more cooking. I miss you both

    And "stagier" is NOT a word! Stop trying to convince the minions.

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