If you want to spend a couple hours in a deep, comfy chair, sipping a hot beverage, in a cozy environment and chat with friends about books, movies, writing, children and life's difficulties ... do not go to the Starbuck's on Sumas in Abbotsford.
It was cold, cramped and c,c,c,c (comon, I need a third c word) crappy. Crappy will do.
I met my writing group there this evening, and while the conversation was good, the surroundings were not so much.
I gave Raych a ride home afterwards and we sat in my dad's truck in her driveway for a few minutes just wrapping up the evening. As she was getting ready to hop out, she turned to me and said, "I wish you lived just down the street. I'd totally cuddle in bed with you..."
My post on sleepovers filled my inbox with comments like:
"Hi Jane, I just want you to know that I am more than willing to climb into your bed , and braid your hair or listen to your secrets."
"Just thought I'd say Hi. I'm crawling into bed with you in my mind but we have our flannels on and we're talking about life and laughing our fool heads off, and talking real deep so our souls are refreshed."
as well as ...
"If you ever visit me, we will rest on my bed and watch Greys Anatomy and have Cocoa the house boy bring us tea."
Does anyone remember Golden Girls? I have a feeling that's how I'm going to end up. Living with friends in Florida, sharing a house in a retirement community. I just don't want to be the Bea Arthur character.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. The freedom to visit with lotsa friends this season.
2. Facebook. It's the only way I find out what my kids are up to. For example, I know that Clint made it to Kelowna safely, because he updated his status.
3. Old and new, tried and true, yellow and blue, friends.