The last hurrah of our club house.
We were all there including Kathy's sister Margie who has attended off and on and even before some of the more regular members. She lives out of town but wanted to see Lori,Brady and Sherman before they go west. Like the elves who never come back. Into the sunset, the end of the technicolor movie, roll credits,cry.
I don't like change. Not one little bit and am too old to have friends move away. Not quite so old that we have started to drop dead yet but you know. I have know Lori for 25 years at least.
So, we met, talked, laughed, ate, drank and hauled her unwanted belongings to our cars like so many vultures.( but with classy stuff)
Someone will put up actual pictures. Me, I put up these words.
Lori constructed this space with us in mind. Who does that? Someone you don't want to move away, that's who. We have watched Brady grow and will miss that. I suspect he will miss the "friends" that descended on his house with the full moon every month.
Syd had graciously offered to let us use the original basement of our name. I don't think we can all sew at the same time but that was rare anyway.
I felt sadness when Candy went south and now it looks as if Lynnee might be leaving us as well but there is a block of time before that.
Life moves on. People come back for visits but gosh,it has been a golden time.
That it has. Special beyond measure.
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