Talked to Lib yesterday. She was on her way home to get started on her Ireland scrapbook. I guess we all have different ways of expressing our creativity. She really goes all out on the scrapbooks – it will be something to see when completed; a real masterpiece.
I’ve always liked Lib,(no really) and we talk on the phone once week or so. When we decided to go on this trip, we started emailing and calling every day. Sometimes multiple times a day. There were lots of details to work out. Then when we were in Ireland, it was all Lib, all the time. Lots of togetherness. Of course you can drive each other crazy that way, and we did experience some of that (can you blame me?). But now I kind of miss my daily dose of the old Libster. I’ll call her up and say “remember when??” cuz she’ll know what I’m talking about.
Anyway, when she called yesterday we started giggling again about the Old Man and the Sea and the “Hoary Bitch” comment with which Lib greeted the Irish Sea. I don’t know how we got to talking about the spelling of the word, but it seems I had it all wrong. I thought she meant “hoary”, as in white tipped, you know, kind of frosty. She said meant “whorey”, as in like a whore. Now it doesn’t seem as funny. Don’t know why. I don’t even think that’s a word!
Gotta take the cat to the vet.
Have a good day!