Last night we had dinner at Kathy's - she cooked, we ate, celebrated her upcoming birthday and continued hatching our secret plan. It was a lovely evening, with laughter and friendship. While driving home I pondered - I tend to do that while driving. Here's my ponderings.
How welcoming and homey Kathy's place was. She had lit candles, fall flowers on the table, the table set and welcoming. Her son might not have appreciated the "girly" feel, but I did. Kathy took the time to make sure we would feel welcomed, comfortable and at home. I think our society has moved away from these niceties, I know I have. Kathy's home reminded me to make an effort; to show I care.
Good conversation is blast. Last night we made our way to the living room, got comfortable and talked with one another. Kathy's son (twenty something) joined us (old ladies) and found our middle ground and the conversation continued. It was great to hear a 20 year olds thoughts and even better to realize I am happy at, gulp, 50!
Being polite and being old don't always mix, or don't ever ma'am a woman who still thinks she 18!
Laughter among friends is the best medicine. I realized as I was going to my car, I was happy and upbeat. I haven't felt that way in weeks and the last few days it had gotten worse. Laughing, my friends, good food and talking all did the trick to turn me around.
Friends are for talking and I realized that I need to do more of this. I tend to store everything inside and keep plowing away until I'm worn, the way I was this weekend. I'm going to work on sharing my feelings - be forewarned you guys!
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