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Our friend Kim

Kim, a good friend of ours, died this weekend after a long battled illness.  When Denese called me it wasn't with sadness but with relief, his pain was over and he was in a better place; she'd been going through the grieving process as he declined over the last several years.  Our fondest memories of time spent with them were the years we all went camping together.  Kim and Denese would always get to the campground early so we could get the best spots and when we arrived with two kids and a dog, late after working all day, tired, they would have dinner made and cold beverages waiting.  Our kids were little, theirs already grown, but they didn't mind our different stages in life and we didn't either.  We laughed a lot around campfires, did hikes and bikes together, and enjoyed the wilderness of Utah.  When they moved to California we didn't see them as much but when we did it was like time apart had meant nothing, we could pick up where we left off, with a lot of laughter.  Kim will be missed by many, but the memories he made in his life will be treasured by all who knew him.

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Casanova Cowboy--excerpt 14

            Luke turned the wheel so the wind would once again fill the sails and we continued down the coast.  I climbed up into the main sail and lay against it with my feet on the boom.  I whipped off the towel and stood naked in the sail.  We were far enough out that no one could see except Luke.            “You’re a torturous wench,” he said.            “Don’t look.  Don’t torture yourself,” I teased.            It made me feel free, me against the sun and the sea.  The swim made me feel better.  I fanned out my wet hair to help the wind dry it.  I spread out my arms and closed my eyes.  I was angry at Ryan, and at myself.  I wished he could see me now and feel jealous, and then I realized he probably wouldn’t.  He would figure it was typical Morgan and her craziness.            “Let me know if you decide to tack,” I said.            Luke laughed, he liked my craziness.  He would always tease me about what kind of underwear I was wearing at work and I would flash him when no one was looking.  It had gotten to be our shift joke.  Luke had no shortage of women in his life, so our antics, were just that.  I finally wrapped the towel back around me and climbed down.            “Can I have that beer now?” I asked.            “Help yourself,” he said “but you need to go home tonight so no tequila for you.”            “Do you have tequila?” I teased “and what, you don’t want a naked girl on your boat, spending the night?”            “Not a naked girl I have no chance with.  A naked girl whose heart’s all tangled up with someone else.”

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Casanova Cowboy---excerpt 13

          He did his flight check and run up.  I had given him one choice, no out, and I wondered if I would regret it.  As the plane took off I looked out the window, saw the campground and our campsite.  My thoughts raced back in time to so many moments with us.  I couldn’t get sentimental, this was here, now.  He either had to grab it or let it go.  We didn’t try to talk over the engine.  I couldn’t wait to get home.  The silence was painful.  I tried to think of things I could talk about but it all seemed trivial and forced so I didn’t say anything.  The plane’s engine hummed in my ears.  I heard Ryan talk into the radio and knew he was talking to the Palomar tower.  I could see the runway and the ocean, cool and blue beyond.  I watched the ground as he circled on his approach.  He landed the plane and we taxied back to the flight school.  He pulled the plane into its parking space and turned off the engine.  I looked over at him.  He took off his head set and looked into my eyes. I waited almost holding my breath.            “What if it doesn’t work?” he asked.

Back in the saddle, so to speak

Writing has had to take a back seat to getting moved, and then there was getting Hunter's prom out of the way, and dealing with the mountain of bills and paper work that had piled up during the move.  Yesterday I successfully got through most of my pile.  I even got to work on somethings for an affiliate blog that we've been working on for www.MyForeclosureStory.com.  This morning I am off to the gym for a while but when I get back it's back to the books in one way or another.  I've set some lofty goal for myself for the next few months. 

Prom

Saturday night was the senior prom for my daughter, Hunter.  We had a big group over to the condo to shoot pictures.  It's so amazing to see these young people looking so grown up and I'm sure feeling so as well.  I clearly remember my senior prom, graduation, and grad night at Disneyland.  I felt grown up back then too, little did I know how much there would be to learn, still learning.  It made me feel happy for them that the opportunities are endless if they seize them.  As my youngest moves toward graduation and college next year I can only hope we did a good job in raising our kids.

Casanova Cowboy---excerpt 12

I was shaking as I drove away.  I watched him standing at the curb in my rear view mirror until I turned the corner.  It wasn’t what I expected.  Not my feelings to reveal themselves like that or his sense of fear in hearing them.  I wanted to cry and the tears wouldn’t even come.  What was I thinking?  That he would be happy about my feelings?  He would feel the same?  Oh my God, you stupid girl, resounded in my head.  I managed to get all the way home before I threw up in my carport.  My answering machine was blinking when I came into the condo.  I pressed the button to listen.“Morgan,” he paused “it’s Ryan.  I wanted to make sure you got home okay, call me,” his voice played out and stopped.I sat down on the floor next to the bed and rocked myself.  I took a risk and expressed my feelings, feelings I hadn’t even clearly identified until tonight.  When the phone rang it startled me, I looked at it afraid to answer.  I let the answering machine get it.

Lot of Laughter

          One of my best friends is in town for the weekend.  She thought timing might be bad with the move and all but actually it is just what I need, a lot of laughter.  Makes me forget about all that needs to be done and focus on the now.  I cried at lunch yesterday we laughed so hard.  She asked the passing bus boy for mustard and he pointed across the room.  We could clearly see the condiments on the shelf but were dumbfounded as to why he didn't go get it for her.  We both looked at each other and then Sue shrugged her shoulders and got up and went and got the mustard.

          "That's weird," she said sitting back down.

          The bus boy scurried back over and said in broken English "I'm so sorry I thought you said restroom".  So we decided through our laughter that maybe her accent was not so easily understood by him.