An All Day Rain
This rain today is slow and being soaked up gently. No chance of run-off.
Sometimes there are things that niggle in the back of the mind. Today was the day to act on it. I had a phone number of a life-long friend. I had no idea if it was still viable.
When Orlin and I were striking out to farm we were new to Boon Lake Township as a family. I had grown up on the family farm in the southern part of Boon Lake Township. My friend Sharon’s parents lived in the northern part of Boon Lake Township. Ironically, we both went to rural schools, just not the same one. Both Sharon and I had acquaintances in common via neighborhood gathers, picnics and possibly 4-H.
Orlin was from Hector and Sharon’s husband, Ted, was from that same area. The fellows had known of each other. In the mid 60s Orlin and I were farming just a mile or so down the road where Ted and Sharon were farming. So the acquaintances became a long-lasting friendship. Ted and Sharon remained farmers . . . us not so much.
Though the strands of friendship may have become fragile, there is enough strength meant to remain strong enough to go through decades. Sharon now lives outside of the metro. Ted and Orlin are no longer with us . . . but close in memories. They only get sweeter with time.
This morning the niggling got the best of me and I made the phone call. Hmm. We still sounded the same to each of us. This will be just the first of contact between us. We are both mobile and there may be a meeting point halfway for a true catchup.
I felt a lift in my spirits after the call. I went into the studio and whiled away several hours. It bears the thought that sometimes in the depths of our hearts . . . we do know what we need. All it takes is to keep the lines of communication between our brains and our bodies open and then act on it, I know my body does not lie to me.