On a Saturday night, I found myself in the living room in front of a fire with friends. Shawn was playing Hotel California on his guitar, trying to lull our toddler to sleep. Ana sang along while holding a skein of yarn apart on her hands. Cheryl stood before her carefully winding the yarn into a ball. I sat on the floor watching my crochet hook catch the firelight as I moved along on a project. The coffee table had four glasses of wine on it.
Just like old times, I thought.
Look at what some deliquent vandals did to my poor friend Chezza's car while it was parked right out in front of my house all weekend. Tsk tsk tsk. Kids today... You know, I blame it on parental upbringing, I really do. Oh, would that I had caught the punks responsible! What a travesty!
It was an odd weekend of ups and downs, to be sure.
How many of you remember that old rhyme from Girl Scouts about making new friends? I can't be only brownie in the batch here.
Make new friends but keep the old
One is silver and the other gold
I've spent the week visiting with friends new and old, marveling at the threads that weave us together, how they form, which ones break and which ones hold, all the way through life.
