I have fabulous friends.
Some background: By a fairly large margin, I am the youngest in The Circle. There is considerable history between everyone in the group as it has evolved over decades, always ebbing and flowing, but as others came and went, the core has remained significantly constant. I count myself incredibly lucky to have found these women at a relatively young age. Each and every one of them will be a companion joining me on the porch swing in our old(ish) age, watching grandkids run around and husbands….hell, who cares what they are doing, really. That’s one thing I love about my girls: They are their own person, with or without the husband and children. They each know their value and worth as an individual. It is actually amazing that a group of women with such strong personalities can get along so well. Don’t mistake – there are occasional clashes, and fireworks ensue. But we get over it quick like, after cooling off periods. The best part is we each have our own lives and thus cannot get too wrapped up in each others, but when the “call to arms” comes, we flock.
The menfolk took the kids fishing on Sunday while the women went to the beach for some girl time. The dads are friends and are quite frequently together on the weekends, doing manly things like fishing and golfing. It doesn’t happen very often that many of us can get the same down time, because usually the women have the kids – this is still the South, and that’s how things are done ‘round here. So with this golden opportunity, spur of the moment, we went to the beach armed with chairs, tanning accelerator, and a bag of wine: Lulu, Lulu’s college age daughter The Student, The Blonde, Rosebud and myself.
I think I talked too much, but remember – very strong personalities require a little aggressiveness at times. And usually I hang back, and observe, because that’s what I’m most comfortable with. We spoke of religion, our relationship with our parents and immediate families, cosmetic surgery, theories on men, The Student’s success at school, and everything else under the sun. The Blonde, who is dealing with some serious issues in her life to include marital issues, her father dying, and becoming a grandmother (even though she’s GILF all day long), told us that for her, the day amounted to a serious breakthrough akin to a therapy session. Someone should tell her husband that us taking her for drinks is a lot cheaper than seeing a shrink, and kills two birds with one stone besides. Reading back over that, it doesn’t seem to be a very relaxing day, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
After the beach, we met the menfolk with the kids at Lulu’s house and had a fish fry. We watched video of the kids on the boat that morning, played peacemaker between all the toddlers, made plans for our annual trip to Vegas, drank some beers, and generally enjoyed each others’ company. It could not have been a better day.
Some background: By a fairly large margin, I am the youngest in The Circle. There is considerable history between everyone in the group as it has evolved over decades, always ebbing and flowing, but as others came and went, the core has remained significantly constant. I count myself incredibly lucky to have found these women at a relatively young age. Each and every one of them will be a companion joining me on the porch swing in our old(ish) age, watching grandkids run around and husbands….hell, who cares what they are doing, really. That’s one thing I love about my girls: They are their own person, with or without the husband and children. They each know their value and worth as an individual. It is actually amazing that a group of women with such strong personalities can get along so well. Don’t mistake – there are occasional clashes, and fireworks ensue. But we get over it quick like, after cooling off periods. The best part is we each have our own lives and thus cannot get too wrapped up in each others, but when the “call to arms” comes, we flock.
The menfolk took the kids fishing on Sunday while the women went to the beach for some girl time. The dads are friends and are quite frequently together on the weekends, doing manly things like fishing and golfing. It doesn’t happen very often that many of us can get the same down time, because usually the women have the kids – this is still the South, and that’s how things are done ‘round here. So with this golden opportunity, spur of the moment, we went to the beach armed with chairs, tanning accelerator, and a bag of wine: Lulu, Lulu’s college age daughter The Student, The Blonde, Rosebud and myself.
I think I talked too much, but remember – very strong personalities require a little aggressiveness at times. And usually I hang back, and observe, because that’s what I’m most comfortable with. We spoke of religion, our relationship with our parents and immediate families, cosmetic surgery, theories on men, The Student’s success at school, and everything else under the sun. The Blonde, who is dealing with some serious issues in her life to include marital issues, her father dying, and becoming a grandmother (even though she’s GILF all day long), told us that for her, the day amounted to a serious breakthrough akin to a therapy session. Someone should tell her husband that us taking her for drinks is a lot cheaper than seeing a shrink, and kills two birds with one stone besides. Reading back over that, it doesn’t seem to be a very relaxing day, and that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
After the beach, we met the menfolk with the kids at Lulu’s house and had a fish fry. We watched video of the kids on the boat that morning, played peacemaker between all the toddlers, made plans for our annual trip to Vegas, drank some beers, and generally enjoyed each others’ company. It could not have been a better day.
1 comment:
So after all of that drama it was still a very relaxing day - it is always nice to have a group of friends you can rely on but still not be in each others pockets!
As for wanting the lover there - hmmm?!
Not really sure what to say but each to their own
xXx
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