Day 39
This morning I met a friend for coffee and we “caught up”. It’s not that we don’t chat via the phone or email … but today was a face-to-face “let’s meet for coffee and catch up” hour.
Funny how wonderful those 60 some minutes can be.
We talked about everything … the kids, the parents, the families: The kids … a more in-depth of who is doing what and where. What colleges they are hoping for or what colleges they are now almost graduating from. Who is working and where? Sam graduated last May and has several jobs … Ted is finishing his masters/working and going off to a PhD program come fall … her son is a junior in college. WHERE did the time go? We were just at the zoo with all of them toting diaper bags and stuffing them into the wagon! Twenty some years gone in the blink of an eye. We laugh at how simple life was.
The parents … how are they doing? What are future plans? What are the health issues they are recently facing? The families … the good, the bad, the forgotten, the clueless … we talked about them all.
Then we caught up on the animals, the jobs, the expanding waistlines and our deepening wrinkles:
Animals – I have 6. She has none. We are both respectful of our choices and know we could never live as the other one does. She would freak out over the care needed and all the fur … I would be so lonely.
Jobs – neither of us knows what we want to do when we grow up … but we suggest and showcase each other’s strengths and think maybe something else is possible … down the road. We talk about our weight and our wrinkles and our thinning hair and laugh cuz we are still here and can talk about those things … all those things that don’t really matter anyway.
We talked about the state of the economy and the depressing housing market and the pathetic choices we will have at the next election. (None are good – but would WE want that job? No sir!) We talked about memories … vacations we spent as children and those with our own children. We talked about dreams – the ones that visit us at night and the ones we envision for our future … her moving to some beach town – me opening up a dog spa, boutique and bakery.
We talked about missing Tim. He always sneaks into our conversations … it’s too hard not to talk about him. He is missed. Plain and simple.
And for a few moments as we sipped our coffees – we were connected, as one, and no time had gone by (though a lot had since we’d done this previously) and we knew we’d go back to our lives and we’d chat on the phone and via email and that sometime – months from now – we’d catch up again. And it’s all good.
And … in the spirit of catching up …
The purple pillow is still missing. The dogs have NOT learned how to use the bed stairs yet. And my hair now looks like I’m a member of the rock band KISS … Darkest Brown – Sweet Cola my a**!