Is there anything better than a three-day weekend? Last weekend was a fun one, filled with time with friends. The weather has cooled down enough that I’m able to walk with friends in the afternoon after work and in the morning on weekends. I walked Thursday afternoon with my friend Debbie, and on Friday morning with my friend Mary L., both of whom I met when our kids were six years old and in first grade. Well . . . now our kids are 22 so all I can say is I love being with my old, dear friends who’ve watched me raise my family and have seen all my ups and downs and have never judged.
Friday at lunchtime found me at Pita Jungle with my “Europe Gals.” I met these ladies for the first time five years ago, while on a European tour organized by our middle school. After ten long days of sight seeing with our families, we were fast friends. We love to laugh together!
Hubby and I met our Scout parents for dinner Friday night at Mac’s (home of my favorite sandwich, the BLTTA which is a bacon lettuce turkey tomato avocado stack on toasted white bread, with a side of Cajun fries with Ranch dressing). These friends are the parents of our youngest son’s friends, and even though we finished with Boy Scouts many years ago, I think we made our best memories camping and hiking and cooking together while our boys were in their teen years. These parents helped raise our William on camp outs, sleepovers, swim parties, etc. We always laugh when we’re together, even though we continue to worry about our boys, even though they are almost adults. Good grief, I’m ready for all of our boys to GROW UP ALREADY! (For those of you with small children, let me tell you: the college years are tough!)
Saturday I got up bright and early at the crack of 8:30 to walk with “band mom” friends. Fran, Erika, Emily, and I walked around the “fake lakes” just south of my house and clocked in at 3 miles when all was said and done! We saw snowy egrets hanging out in the canals and lakes, plus lots of ducks . . . and lots of old people walking dogs. We talked about every little thing, and mostly it just felt good to be together.
Saturday evening found us at my brother and sister-in-law’s new house in Chandler. I LOVE IT. It’s so pretty and fresh, and I hope that someday soon Hubby and I can purge ourselves of SO MUCH STUFF and move into a smaller home. We have enough board games, Legos, and wooden train paraphernalia that we could open our own toy shop. Grandchildren will likely be in the cards in the next few years, so . . . I’m hanging on to them, even though our house feels a bit cluttered. (I am NOT a hoarder.)
One final friend story: Last night I met three teacher friends from my school, two of whom have moved on to different jobs. I’ve only known these women for two years, but as I always say, “You do playground duty together, and you are friends for life!” We caught up on each other’s lives, and again, mostly it was just nice to be together.
After each of these encounters, I felt so happy. I commented to Hubby, “How did I get so lucky to find such intelligent, interesting, funny, and beautiful friends?” To which he said, “You’re intelligent, interesting, funny, and beautiful, too.” (He’s so nice to me.) My mantra is “Just give your love, and don’t look back to see if anyone takes it.” (Arlo Guthrie said that.)
And I’m sending out a THANK YOU with an I’M SORRY for bothering everyone with photos of potential dresses for me to wear to our son’s upcoming wedding. I tried some on at the mall Sunday and shook my head and muttered, “Putting on these fancy dresses is like putting lipstick on a pig.” I ordered something and promise NOT to bother anyone again.
At this time in November when we are giving thanks for friends and family, I can truly say that my cup runneth over. I started out life as an awkward, shy girl and somehow grew into a woman who is so lucky to find new friends wherever she goes. Recently I was asked what my favorite hobby is, and I responded, “Being with friends!”