Friends
In this age of 50 something, I've come to appreciate the importance of friends, as I guess so many our age have. They celebrated with us the best of times and brought us through the worst of times. Through bad choices in men and good choices in wine, from tips on haircolor to vacation spots and burial plots, from cracked heel prevention products to solutions for mildew, we have called upon a friend.
I'd like to think that I've been called upon as a friend more often than I have been the caller. It's much more rewarding to be a friend than to need one, I've learned through experience, and important also to realize that to "overuse" a good friend is to chance losing that friendship. Don't call a friend about a choice in nail color when you know that time is not at her disposal. But, be at her disposal if her only "little black dress" is found to have shrunk two sizes over the winter months. They do that, you know.
I've learned to be at a friend's side through thick and thin. Literally, that translates being there through sizes six through 18. I know.
Friendship means having one show up at one's doorstep at midnight in need of a shoulder to cry on or a slap of reality. Been there too. I've needed and I've granted.
And when times are good, as most often they are these days, aren't friends just the most wonderful asset in life? Never knew breakfast out could be such fun till I experienced it with a bunch of women on a Saturday morning with coffee cups and saucers clanging in a café's kitchen that's way too close to the tables. And certainly never knew breakfast could last till brunch. Been there as well.
Just fun they are, these late life friends. Blessings indeed and blessed indeed.
Minnie o'
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