When you're a Jet
you're a Jet all the way
from your first cigarette
to your last dying day.
|You didn't think we could still jump this high|
No, regrettably, this isn't us, but forty years later, they could be. There was less dancing and singing this year; we all felt the absence of J and B. J is in the middle of chemotherapy and can't travel, but he's feeling better so we've no complaints. We cobbled together a FaceTime visit on the laptop and it was great to be together online, at least, and share in the joy of their beautiful daughter's engagement, but there were definitely two empty chairs all weekend.
|Dr L and I have been besties for--unbelievably--half a century.|
J's baby brother and his wife joined us for dinner one night.
New at the table this year is D, who was the new girl in fifth grade. Later, she went away to hippie commune boarding school, which was apparently good training for this retreat.
Oh, you kids and your gadgets.
And yes, the refrigerator really was covered with mosaic tile.
Chai spiced scones--no, I didn't make those, but they were an excellent encore to the previous night's pitcherful of White Linen.
What, meal time again?
A heavenly dinner of pork tenderloin began with Caprese salad with nectarines...sublime.
Oh, this house! A massive log home with every amenity and beautiful views out every window.
We've already booked it for next year. I already can't wait!
Some of us are a little better at sitting than leaping.
There are so many days when I don't feel one bit lucky, but I know that I am.
I am lucky to have these priceless friends in my life.
|All the really beautiful photos were taken by Dr L. I took the Samsung phone cam shots.|