We call it margarita therapy. A circle of friends meeting every Friday for happy hour at the Mexican restaurant. Originally we were a group of teachers from a local elementary school. But now. We’ve retired, or transferred schools, or never taught. We are aging boomers sharing a journey. Deaths, divorces, births, aging parents, adult children. Life. Did we know it would be like this? Did we know how important we would be to each other?
This week Deborrah presented each of us with chow chow she canned from the green tomatoes Grace brought several weeks ago.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” C.S. Lewis
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Great post. I just read a book I think you would really like. The Bridge Club, by Patricia Sands who, incidentally, has a blog on WordPress.
thanks…
Makes me miss my friends. We are spread to the four corners. When together the time and distance disappear. Lovely isn’t it?
yes…
That’s all it takes to make a bond for life…Share some time every Friday with those on the same journey as you. Heart warming post.
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Love to hear stories like this…friendship is a precious thing indeed!
I am VERY fortunate and know it to be a part of this special group. It often “keeps me going”.
Realize now that the former comment could have used some punctuation, but hope you get my point!