Touching Base.
It was so great to hang out with Sarah and Michael on Sunday.
One of the benefits of not making new friends too easily is that I keep the old ones for a long time. We know each others’ thoughts and memories and can rub along together easily. To each other, we are worn, flannel shirts: Comfortable and serviceable, but we’re not going to be on Vogue Runway anytime soon.
We still have new thoughts and discussions, and I love their insights. But those insights come from people whose stories I have watched happen, whose experiences I know very well.
Madly dashing for more wine, of course we were going to dance past the nightclub. Of course we would wolf-whistle. Of course I would laugh like a crazy fool. It was perfect.
Some Stuff | Liz June 27, 2007
By Deb, June 27, 2007 @ 9:10 am
I think I may have blogged before about how much I hate running, but when the liquor store is closing in 3 minutes, I turn into Pheidippides.
By Liz, June 27, 2007 @ 10:24 am
It’s all about the priorities. Running? About minus seven in importance. More wine? About plus twenty three, thankyouverymuch!
By John, June 27, 2007 @ 10:25 am
Oooh. Pheidippides. OOOOH.
At Quaker Camp when I was but a wee small thing, we would sing:
“Make new friends, but keep the old,
One is silver and the other gold.”
I finally get the sentiment – being too young to grasp it at the time – but since I’m not a gold-lover, the flannel shirts metaphor works for me much, much better.
By Arwen, June 27, 2007 @ 10:26 am
Okay, that would have been “Arwen”, not John. I shake my fist at you, cache!
By Liz, June 27, 2007 @ 12:42 pm
Haha! Unitarians sing that one too, Arwen!