October 22, 2010 § 3 Comments
If ever I were to start a gratitude journal (yes, Oprah, I pay attention, but my follow through is a little weak), this seems like the right time. The wouldgies are well, Nana pulled through her hip surgery like an Olympian, and Dr. Vegetable is parked at the State Fair. Huz to the zah! Can you hear the “Shiny Happy People”/ “Friends” soundtrack? (Oops, did I splash you? Sorry, I was gunning for Chandler).
I’ve had the good fortune of rolling with my homies this week, and I can say that this circle makes me better from top to tip. It’s a pretty small cast, I’ll admit, but they are my faves, nonetheless. In the past 7 days, I (and one super savvy girlfriend) have toodled around a new-to-me small town, thrifting and lunching with the locals. I got to spend huge chunks of time with my first ever “Mama” friends, the ones who have stuck around even after our kids have gone in their own directions. Aunt Jules has been in touch, which is pretty rare since she’s out saving the world, one child at a time and everything. I even heard from my high school bestie, whose phrasing still makes me hear Bruce Hornsby in my head (I’m sorry for helping you decide we should henna your hair in 11th grade). Oh wait, is it time to dole out apologies? In that case, Jules…your eyebrows. Oh, and pretty much every other cockamamie scheme I ever cooked up in the nineties.
Ya’ll are da bomb.