It’s a rainy afternoon and I’m just now getting to my Saturday Stream of Consciousness post.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a repeated story.” Include in your post a story you’ve repeated again and again or a story you’ve heard again and again. Or write about the phenomenon itself. Have fun!

Friday nights used to be David’s night to kick back and unwind with his music, a few beers, maybe company by the pool, and inevitably, stories.

When his brother Robert came over with his then girlfriend-Connie, they would get to drinking and shooting the sh*t and Dave or Bubba would bring up the same old story over and over.

I didn’t want to be rude, so I always sat through them and laughed with everyone else, but inside I was thinking, “How many times I gotta hear this?” Many times, I’d grab Connie and we’d go inside and talk or do something just so we didn’t have to hear it again.

Now that we are alone almost 24/7, I kind of miss it. I miss family and friends, our gatherings, the music, and what I’ve longed to find in this RV lifestyle has not been the case. We don’t do most of our living outside the RV like most.

But I also realized that that was their way of sharing good memories, bonding, and recalling their somewhat notorious youth. They were rabble rousers, both of them.
Now we are all older, and all we have are those memories.

But I’m ready for a new story.