7/5/07

Those Smooth Summer Days


Okay, This is our friend, Jen. Cute. Funny. Compassionate. And always leading the way.

And here is real Em--a side she hides. And how she's feeling today.

Remember this? Joe fished the river-- in and around our brilliant, sun-laced conversations. Poor boy. He was shy then. Really. It's true.

Also, here's Em's Utah shirt:

5 comments:

Emily G said...

Ah, yes, my Elvira hair. And the picture of 12-year-old Trevor. And Cute Jen. Haha. Thanks for setting me back down, Sharon. I feel the ground beneath my feet again.

And was Joe shy? I guess I never thought of him as shy. Do you think you're shy, Joe?

Well, I just watched a really old Ewan McGregor movie called Shallow Grave. It was nuts...a real weird British thriller, but it's calmed me down anyway. Boy. I hope the afterlife exceeds my expectations and the friendship reunions really ARE everlasting and not just passing each other through the clouds on our busy ways to go save some other couple million souls in one of our individual galaxies. Gods don't care about time, right? So there'll be plenty of opportunities for Celestial Shakes at Sharon's River together, right?

......How rowdy do you think we'll be able to get and said Celestial Get-Togethers?

S.Morgan said...

Em. It's not called "rowdy" in heaven, silly. It's called "happy" and . . . "satisfied."

James Best said...

Oh, I like the idea of "Rowdy" in Heaven. Sometimes I think Heaven will be so big you could never run into anyone if you didn't feel like it and other times I feel it's like Manhattan and everyone will just be all excited and packed in and excited to see each other everyday.
Or maybe everything is creation and that place where our picnics are will just be created by us exactly how we like it. And my Heaven is rowdy. Especially with dogs. Because in Heaven I'll finally teach my dog, Shaggy, how to catch a frisbee. It'll take a thousand years I know.

It's good to be able to talk like a crazy person somewhere, Sharon. I'm happy you've brought us together.

S.Morgan said...

Oh, Hi James. It's always so good to hear from you. I think we will create our own. And I hope it's like both scenarios--Manhattan, excited to see each other one week, but then I love the idea of walking for miles through tall grass along creeks with my dogs in Heaven and not running into anyone unless I want to. We just have to keep our eyes on this happening, 'cause then it will. And I don't think our craziness will just automatically go away at the Gates. (How could it? We've got too much. Thank heaven.)It'll be more refined, inventive, more energetic, less cautious, more open, more ROWDY.

Grifter said...

shy? me?

hmmm..

perhaps reticent among recent strangers, learning where I can stick the knives, finding out who will respond to my jerk-iness in mutually appreciated way.

these things could be interpreted as shyness.

what golden pictures here.