It is good to be home again.
We got home yesterday, and after a whirlwind of unpacking,
checking mail, watering plants, getting the dog,
checking for phone messages, and so on--
I went to the local grocery chain for bread and milk.
As I rounded one aisle corner, I found these teenage girls camped out
on the floor by the magazine section.
Heads together, giggling and pointing and sharing,
they took me back to my junior high school days...
when my friend Karla and I would pore over
'movie magazines' for hours, then part company to go
to our respective homes...and immediately call each other up
for another hour or so of girl chat--
all between our walk together home from school and dinner.
These girls were so dear--pizza and chips in their shopping bag--
likely getting ready for a sleepover on a school vacation
Wednesday night in February.