We had the great pleasure of meeting up with our Seattle friends Sean and Finn the other day (while my chickens were getting murdered, it turns out) in Portland at the Children's Museum.
We were supposed to bring a bag lunch, but the only bag I had in my hand when we arrived was a plastic bag with Kayti's and my shoes in it.
Spotting the bag, Sean said, "You can put your lunch in the refrigerator downstairs."
I said, "That's not our lunch! That's our shoes!"
"Oh," he said, grinning evilly. "Now you're eating your shoes? I smell another NPR essay coming -- 'First, we moved into the cellar to save on heat. Now we're eating our shoes!' "
Sean has always been the person I count on to make me laugh. Within 3 minutes of getting to the museum, I was already weak with laughter. I had to hold onto a pole to keep from falling on the floor.
Later on, after lunch (Sean's sister Cherie generously shared her chicken salad-with-walnuts-and-cranberries sandwiches, since I hadn't had time to stop to get lunch for myself and Kayti), we followed Kayti and Finn into the little theater. People were standing around, but no one was on stage. Sean and I cannot resist an empty stage. We hopped up and announced we were doing a "Robin Hood" sketch.
I said, "I'm Maid Marian." I turned to Sean. "Robin Hood! You must flee! The Sheriff of Nottingham is coming to capture you!"
Sean said, "Here, get on my horse. He's very strong." A not-so-subtle reference to my weight. "Let's go!" People were laughing, of course.
I said, "No, no -- I have to ride sidesaddle!"
So we galloped around the stage, Sean facing forward, I facing sideways, scooching and doing a kind of two-footed hopping.
Can you believe it? We're both over 50!!!!!!
Some things never change. We get together, and we're both 15 again. This friendship is the only reason I'm glad I moved to Dover-Foxcroft. Can't imagine life without Sean!
Photos: Top, a clown shoe that might make a good entree. Inset: Finn prepares for a lifetime of probably goofy performance.
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