I know a gal named Strine...shares my first name .....her hubby was mine's best friend before he died from lung cancer some few years back...I think she runs some kind of beauty products type thing ...facial creams bubble baths stuff like that... we were tight until she moved....we bought an old toolbox full of mechanic tools....my husband bought it from her not only to be able to help her out but to also keep his buddy's tools for sentimental reasons rather than have them go to a stranger....we loaded it onto a trailer..those sonofaguns are heavy!..and got it home.....the air guns and some of the other things we paid for weren't in it anymore ...he was pretty mad about it.....and then she moved cuz she couldn't do the upkeep on her house and stuff...got a fancy bunch of friends.....and I guess we weren't fancy enough anymore
I miss her from time to time......we used to go over to the house and just sit around talking and stuff..heck that was my first date with my husband...we went over there....
and then her husband died and we had promised to help her so we went over there....would mow the grass, take care of her cats when she went away for a weekend, we even repaired her garage roof skylights (what a chore!!!)...helped her anyway we could...took of the mower deck and put on the snowblower....whenever she had a problem...went over to fix it ...but the only time she ever called us was when she wanted something...and it got strange...
then we weren't good enough anymore......she found a better bunch...more money...(she had her insurance to play on I guess)...too busy to rub elbows with the likes of us.....oh....she'd call once in a while when she got to feeling guilty...or something broke...and then it got less....and less....then she sold her house and moved into a place where everything was taken care of and she didn't need us to come over and fix anything anymore...
she only came over here to OUR house ONCE in all those years...we weren't good enough...being the flannel wearing country type....
I don't even know why I'm writing all this here except when I saw Strine it got me thinking about how things change.....