goes by and it is difficult to remember one day from the next. Day after day, each blending into the next. Then there was June 12th when old friends from New Hampshire came to visit for the weekend and the day became very memorable. 
We ate great food, drank great wine and we laughed a lot. Our conversations turned to reminiscing of old times, our adult children, retirement, our medical issues and friends that we have lost.
As we have gotten older our age once again brings us together as did our youth. Our conversations may have changed but our friendship has not.
It was a glorious weekend except no one wanted to hear about my BM issues. I'll try again in a few years.
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