I've decided on a name for my new weekly series, welcome to Here for it (and not)!

Every week I will write about a few things I am "here for" aka into, enjoying, obsessed over -- you get the drift. And, I muse about something at I "not here for."

This week, the main thing I am here for is not a thing per se, it is a concept. I am here for connection. It has been a week of friendship and family. First off, our ski friends who made a covid move to Dallas, came East for a New England summer. They are spending two weeks in Osterville and it's so nice to see them! We had a couple of great meals -- at the West End and the Chart Room. We went to see their friend perform his comedy act at the Melody Tent and we logged some serious beach time. Then one of my tried and true best friends came for a night with her daughter and dog (Coco's boyfriend). We had coffee time, meals, beach and the dogs did their thing. The following night I visited her in Boston on my way to fly to Jackson Hole where I will spend the weekend with my son. And, when I return from JH, it will be dinner with my cousins visiting the Cape from San Francisco. My cup will truly be runneth over. 

What I am not here for -- the ptsd feeling I had when I got off a flight in Denver. The last time I was in the United terminal in Denver, I had a completely blown out knee, crutches, a huge brace and my son who left me to navigate the Denver airport alone. The gate attendants would not upgrade my seat so I was stuck in a window seat with a hugely swollen knee -- I could barely get myself to the bathroom!