Kathy Bassett: Summer means friends
I’ve always been a great believer in quality friends instead of quantity friends. Friends come and friends go, but the quality ones hang around to the end, and that is what is important.
Summer brings out friends. Although we haven’t seen much of summer yet, we sure are having fun with friends. And I sure don’t mind washing up sheets and changing beds just in time for the next batch to roll in for a visit.
So our fun, funny, pickle-flying friends from Montana came to visit this week. What a hoot.
We visited friends in Brown’s Park that they hadn’t seen in a while, but there wasn’t much else to show them, since Dale was raised here, so we had a good time fixing and repairing things around the ranch.
Our friend, Carolyn, from Craig, came one afternoon to visit Dale and Arleen.
I’m here to tell you that if these two people were on television, they would be a prime-time number one hit.
Carolyn told them to write a book, but I insisted on a movie. They got to telling us all their past experiences in life and we got to the point of rolling on the floor. How can anyone tell a story so funny and not crack a smile?
In one episode, they had bought a motor home and were living in it on weekends, while building their beautiful log home.
One evening, Arleen told Dale she could smell propane. So, he bought a new regulator and put that on.
The next week, Dale was down in the basement of the new home, and Arleen thought she could smell propane again, so she went to tell Dale about it.
He didn’t hear her, and she thought maybe it was just her imagination. So she went back to fix dinner.
She lit the match and the whole stove blew up. Blew all the windows out. Arleen said her hair was on fire, she had no blouse on, except for the rubber elastic where the sleeves used to be and when she took her shoes off later, her socks were gone. Not even a hint of socks were there.
She said, well, Dale heard her this time, as she stood there yelling with her hair smoking, and came flying up out of that basement.
Arleen said he started hitting her on the head. He was trying to put out the fire. She asked him for ice. He had been sawing so he grabbed up a towel that was full of sawdust, threw ice in it and wrapped it around her arms and they raced to the hospital.
The doctor wanted to know what all those little brown things were that were falling on the floor and all over her skin. She told him that her stuffing was falling out.
The doctor told her he thought her eyes were burned and she replied, “No, I just cried all the way here.”
She couldn’t sleep because her hair was burned and had hard lumps in it.
The nurses couldn’t comb it for her, so she sat up all night and worked crossword puzzles despite all the bandages because she had two fingers poking out of the wrappings.
When Dale came back in the morning to see her, she asked him to comb her hair out, which he did. They made such a terrible and tragic event sound like the funniest thing that had ever happened.
You just had to be there.
We heard about old boyfriends, old girlfriends and old husbands and wives. We heard stories about growing up, job experiences, other vacations and so much more. Before we knew it, the time had slipped away from a, well, I would have said a bright and sunny day, but it poured down rain that day from the afternoon to dark.
You could tell that Carolyn wanted to stay and hear more stories, but it was time for her to go home.
Dale says he often looks around and sees people who are bitter, sad, depressed and lonely.
He is so thankful because he and Arleen, as he puts it, “Have such a cute life.”
We are thankful to have them as friends.
We were sad to see them have to go, but they needed to visit family members and go on about their vacation, gathering up memories. They certainly gave us plenty to remember.
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