The past four days have found me in North Carolina, courtesy of my dear friends, Deb and Tim. We’ve known each other since our university days and we only see each other once in a blue moon but that doesn’t matter a bit. We reconnect and carry on as if we’d seen each other last month instead of five years ago.
This is their dog, Marley, named after Bob Marley, because he’s just so damned chilled. I wanted to dognap him because he was such a big, sweet, mellow boy. He was pure love.
Our time was spent visiting with close friends and family, a bit of shopping, and hanging around that glorious back deck “setting the world to rights”. I’m humbled and grateful that they have remained my friends and that I am a part of their lives.
Americans are known for their friendliness but the South has polite and friendly sewn up. I think I’m just an old granny now and that’s why it struck me on this recent visit, but, I was called “ma’am” and helped with my bags and my seat and treated with such kindness. I don’t care if it’s because I’m a woman of a certain age– I liked it. Indeed I did.