We don't have a ton of homeschooling friends these days -- most of those with whom we'd gotten close have moved off (yay for the military) and so we're basically down to one set of friends that we try to make sure we see once or twice a month.
The mom and I are always a little amused that our kids (and us moms) are as good friends as we are, because they really are kind of the polar Sleepy family. They are staunch athiests. They are vegan. They might not be pro-socialism, but they definitely voted for Harris/Biden (because let's be real, Biden was never the front of that ticket) and are just generally on the liberal end of anything you can conjure up.
And yet? We have the best conversations when we're out walking/hiking/letting the kids be crazy. And don't really disagree all that much in terms of what the US needs - it's more about how to get there.
Anyway, we met them today at a Civil War park near us that I'd never even heard of, let alone visited. It was a fun set of trails that we wandered. We stopped to read a few of the signs - the elder boys found them interesting, the younger set were less impressed, but that's fine. There was mud. And puddles. And everyone had fun and we had a makeshift picnic and life was good.
It was a lovely day around here today, so I'm glad we carried on to do something outside. Even though her kids both have fall allergy coughs. And I've got the sniffles. And neither of us were fussed about any of those being Covid, and it was nice, for ten seconds (okay, two hours) to pretend that we were just going about life as usual.
And hey, a bonus bit of exercise.
So there's something happy to break up the general malaise around these parts.
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