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[via postsecret]Finally, the summer is over. Fall, with cool mornings, clothing in layers, smells and colour-changing leaves, is upon us. It's sneaking up and bringing with it pumpkin lattes and a desire to make slow-cooker soups and stews. No more jetting off to Saskatchewan, or rushing around worrying about weddings and birthdays and fitting it all in. We're back to a slower pace. Relaxed. Sweaters worn to football matches. Scarves in the morning. Seeing your breath. I love this time of year so much.
The weekend in the Okanagan brought two rounds of golf, ten visits to wineries, fifteen bottles to bring back with us, and many, many hours spent together in a car. It was camping in the rain (B spilling his beer in the tent) and our first bed and breakfast. It was fresh fruit and coffee which ranged from very, very bad (McDonalds in Revelstoke, I'm thinking of you) and very, very good (oh B&B with your locally-roasted, grinded in house deliciousness). It was my first darts victory. Poker and beer. B being forced to put up with my dance party tunes while the radio was out of commission in the mountains. It was fall romance, despite the rain.
B likes my blog because so often I'm probably annoying people by talking about him. Ego stroking at its finest.
I've had some rough times lately. Summer drama. The things one goes through when one decided that maybe a friend is no longer a friend. Wanting to keep that person around for the good times, but realizing that you have to take the bad with the good. When she started telling people I love (and who I can only assume love me) that she thinks I'm depressed and that the Boy and I are not good for one another -- he's changed me -- I started questioning what she's telling those who don't have such close ties to me. To us.
"I don't think you've changed, and I've known you my whole life," says the Little.
I joke about it with B. I've ended more than a few sentences with, "Oh, it's just because I'm depressed." And we giggle.
"She doesn't read your blog, does she?"
If she did, there'd be no question.
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3 comments:
I was going to say- you sound so terribly unhappy these days... ;)
People are so weird, it sounds like she's either insecure in your frindship, insecure in herself, but is totally out of line either way.
Maybe talking to her is the best thing? Clear the air, and give her a chance to explain herself- or even for you to just let her know that if she's worried about you she should talk to you, not everyone else you know.
Lame! I hope you're doing ok!
Your weekend sounds like a great one. I am so glad that you enjoyed the B&B. locally roasted fresh ground coffee sounds absolutely divine.
Sounds like a fabulously romantic weekend.
Have been through similar drama myself in recent months. It's very tough to realize/accept that your friends might not be what you thought they were. As you said, you have to take the good with the bad. I'm learning to accept that I get certain things from certain friends, and when I find the great ones - I hang on :)
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