Let me start out by saying I had a very very very enjoyable, fulfilling, peaceful Memorial Day Weekend – in the company of friends. What could be better?
- S. came over to The House of Mars for coffee on Saturday morning and then we went hiking.
- Sunday I went to see a movie with C. and enjoyed a wonderful home-cooked dinner at her house afterwards.
- Monday? Monday I spent the day with the Masters of The House of Mars. Well, kind of. They stayed inside and held down the fort while I caught up on my To-Do List outdoors. Caught up? No, that’s not accurate, it’s more like I managed to stay in the race.
In the midst of the three-day weekend, Sunday morning, to be exact, a wistful memory of Memorial Days past – long past – tried to ruin my peaceful morning – a vision of days in my early 20’s when I used to go in on a summer group house rental at the Jersey Shore. Those were the days my friend! Our first weekend at the shore – a whirlwind of beach, bars, and BBQ’s and looking forward to a summer of the same! Now here I was, sipping coffee on the patio, reading the Sunday Times and glancing from time to time at the beautiful rhododendron next to me . Not quite the same. But hey, I decided I’m okay with that. To every season, turn turn turn… Life goes on.
At the movies, revisited the same peaceful acceptance of what can I call it – growing older (er, er, er growing older, not old) Entering the lobby of the theater I was surprised to see a line at the ticket booth – on such a beautiful sunny warm afternoon. I wasn’t the only one not living it up at the beach. When we finally had our tickets, senior tickets, and were in the lobby, C, who was more observant than I, commented. Did you notice everyone on line was buying senior tickets!
And you know what – that made it better. Now I know what the gang does on Memorial Day Weekend!
Unlike those days of old, I met the shortened workweek with no sun-burn, no hangover.
Ya know, Life is still Good