Most people in the tri-state area are hoarding gas after Hurricane Sandy, but at our house we are hoarding bread.  It’s a strange phenomena.  Anyone returning home brings  bread.  Italian, whole wheat, English Muffins — the list goes on.  We are running “a house of carbs”.  Another brief power outage netted me a glazed stick from Dunkin’ Donuts.  This can only end one way — miles on a treadmill.  Ugh!

Tomorrow my friend and I are going on a trip to celebrate 25 years of friendship.  We met when our oldest sons were born.  Her son was born six months before mine.  She would pack up her jogging stroller (cutting edge back then) and hike the 1.5 miles to the village and back.  The week after my son was born, I literally stalked her as she set out on her walk.  There was only one problem.  She went one way and I went the other.  With baby screaming and no muscle tone left to speak of, I wandered the route I thought she would take. I rushed home as best I could.  My confidence was shaken.  Not the best of plans being 1 week postpartum. Long story short, we ended up walking every day together until I had baby number 3 ( too much stroller even for me).  A  great friendship was born.

We are headed to Newport, RI (into a Nor’easter) tomorrow for a bit of antiquing; then onto our spa/hotel for massages, a nice dinner, and a few laughs.  A nice way to celebrate our friendship which has always been full of respect, laughter and love.

“Life is fortified by many friendships–To love and be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.”    — Sydney Smith