Yesterday, I got a note from S. "So cool that you will be able to make it down on the 8th!" she wrote. "It will just be wonderful to be able to spend time with you!"
She continued, "You are welcome to stay with us, as long as you don't mind being the 3rd in a queen size bed...fine 4 fun, but scrunched 4 sleeping...and you would be in the middle."
I wrote back:
"Hmmm. I'm not sure about the sleeping arrangements. You want me to be in the middle? Do you really want me to come between you and Trisha? ;)
Seriously, I trust that you cleared this with her. Because we will have to get pretty close. Serious spooning! I tend to sleep on one side or the other, and I often wrap an arm around the person next to me. If it's OK with her, fine. She seems like a nice girl, and it will be nice to get to know her better.
I know three in a queen bed will be a bit cozy. But if I remember right, once upon a time you and I slept together on a twin bed, and it worked out OK.
In case you are wondering, I never have been in bed with two women before. Well, there's a first time for everything, I suppose. Just keep in mind that I'm 60 years old, and sometimes the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
And at the end ...
"Yes. we will have time to talk about Freedom Fest during the visit. That will be fun, too. A lot to look forward to, isn't there? Things have definitely changed."
Yes, they have. And I'm sure she appreciates the fact that I remained a good friend of hers, even after she decided to return to her husband and it became obvious that we wouldn't be lovers again for a long time. She gave it a good try, too--about four years.
This year's FreedomFest marks the fifth anniversary of that fateful day when we first met. What happened is that I was in a big tent by myself (my first time at FF), and later she and a girlfriend drove up to FF, but they didn't bring a tent. They were planning to sleep on the ground, but there was a threat of rain overnight. (We did see distant thunder and lightning, but it never got to FF.) Anyway, I told them they could stay in my tent, since I had plenty of extra room. And then ... things happened.
She just wrote back:
"Trisha is fine with the sleeping arrangements. We will both very much enjoy growing closer to you ...
Yes, things have definitely changed...for the better! It will be so good to be able to snuggle with you again!"
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We finished up the paper during the day today. No more work for two days--the two days when Phil will be up here with his GF. I'll be back at it early on Memorial Day morning, as our visitors shove off for the long trip home.
They were to leave this evening and booked a room in Mackinac City overnight. We talked on the phone last night: They were planning to go somewhat out of the way (via Lansing) to beat the heavy northbound traffic on I-75. So I have been following the traffic flow indicators on Google Earth. It's mostly good, but there are some slow sections. Nothing like Chicago, though.
Janet has been working on the house today, and I'll be wrestling with the dandelions again after supper. Don't they ever give up?
Phil said he will call or text us tonight once they drop anchor.
Then, at some time around noon Saturday, he will give us a call from Escanaba, and we'll climb into the car and start the trip to Iron Mountain ... to look destiny in the eye.
(Later)
He texted me about 11 p.m. Eastern Time. They reached Houghton Lake and decided to call it a night. Will learn more tomorrow, I'm sure.
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