I’m so proud to say “Gosh, we were so young then”. Looking back at old photographs and seeing people that still surround me today – I’m glad that I’ve stuck by them, and they’ve stuck by me. Certainly there are a lot of faces lost and gone, but there are also a lot of faces that I’ll see again this week and the next.
Probably the part of being an adult that my parents had me most scared of was that it seemed you didn’t get to have friends when you were all grown up. No-one visits you, and you don’t visit anyone. Maybe the difference is that I don’t have kids – or any inclination to spawn any. And certainly, those friends of mine who do have wee creatures running aboot seem to have pulled back on the social Life front. But we see Chris and Joylene semi-regularly, and Audrey and Rick aren’t TOTALLY vanished…. Certainly it seems that coupling off has reduced some of our social interactions, but I’m in such a social profession, I hope it will never go much further away than it’s gone.
You can tell, can’t you? I’ve got that 3am grammar? I’m really tired and my brain’s shot for anything more complex than making sure my machine’s backed up before we go up to New England… I’ve been lying in bed staring at the backs of my eyelids for about an hour, and that’s about an hour too long. Now if I could just get up the gumption to use this wakefulness to work out….
