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Feb. 23rd, 2014
My nice neighbors across the way had a very swanky cocktail party yesterday! The gathering started about 5 and they were all gone by 8 so I'm guessing it was drinks before dinner. The men were mostly in suits and the women were in very classy dresses. Because they are a floor higher than I am, the bottom half of my view is cut off so I couldn't tell if the dresses were long or short but the tops of them were classily cut. It was fun to watch.
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I finally noodled out the song from yesterday and... turns out... I already own it! I wonder now if I really liked it or if my brain locked in because it was familiar-ish. It does have a pleasing sound. Carter's Chord Simple Little Screwed Up Life (with Lyrics).
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I got an email from an old friend "How are you? I was remembering your great laugh today. "
I don't keep up with a lot of friends. This one was different. We met in college. I introduced her to her future husband who was also a great friend. We were very close. Our birthdays are a day apart. We kept in close touch over the years - visiting one another along the way. But as I grew happier and more satisfied with my life, she grew sadder and more unhappy about hers. After more than 20 years of marriage, their divorce was very bitter. She clung to that bitterness like it was her favorite outfit. Whenever we talked she spent most of her side of the conversation reporting on how horrible her ex-husband (my friend) was. It got really tiresome. And then he died. Dropped dead of a heart attack. She called to tell me and then went into a diatribe about how he had fucked over their daughter by not leaving a will (he was 55 when he died). That was the straw for me. I was so sad to have lost my friend and she was sad that her nemesis had the nerve to end her suffering by dying. That was 10 years ago.
I replied to her note by thanking her and reporting that I was retired now and enjoying retirement enormously and hoped she was well. She reported that her life was boring and that nothing had changed and her daughter was married but no children but that fine with her.
And I am reminded, once again, WHY I don't keep up with a lot of friends. It's just too hard.
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The plan here for today is swimming. I'll leave here about 10:30 and head up the road to the pool. On a Sunday morning, I'm thinking (and Google Maps agree) it should take about 20 minutes. I can watch the last 30 minutes of the Masters swim and then, at 11:30, do my own swim.
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Before that, seems like, fixing/eating a nice breakfast is a good idea.
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I finally noodled out the song from yesterday and... turns out... I already own it! I wonder now if I really liked it or if my brain locked in because it was familiar-ish. It does have a pleasing sound. Carter's Chord Simple Little Screwed Up Life (with Lyrics).
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I got an email from an old friend "How are you? I was remembering your great laugh today. "
I don't keep up with a lot of friends. This one was different. We met in college. I introduced her to her future husband who was also a great friend. We were very close. Our birthdays are a day apart. We kept in close touch over the years - visiting one another along the way. But as I grew happier and more satisfied with my life, she grew sadder and more unhappy about hers. After more than 20 years of marriage, their divorce was very bitter. She clung to that bitterness like it was her favorite outfit. Whenever we talked she spent most of her side of the conversation reporting on how horrible her ex-husband (my friend) was. It got really tiresome. And then he died. Dropped dead of a heart attack. She called to tell me and then went into a diatribe about how he had fucked over their daughter by not leaving a will (he was 55 when he died). That was the straw for me. I was so sad to have lost my friend and she was sad that her nemesis had the nerve to end her suffering by dying. That was 10 years ago.
I replied to her note by thanking her and reporting that I was retired now and enjoying retirement enormously and hoped she was well. She reported that her life was boring and that nothing had changed and her daughter was married but no children but that fine with her.
And I am reminded, once again, WHY I don't keep up with a lot of friends. It's just too hard.
---
The plan here for today is swimming. I'll leave here about 10:30 and head up the road to the pool. On a Sunday morning, I'm thinking (and Google Maps agree) it should take about 20 minutes. I can watch the last 30 minutes of the Masters swim and then, at 11:30, do my own swim.
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Before that, seems like, fixing/eating a nice breakfast is a good idea.
Cocktail parties
Feb. 23rd, 2014 09:22 amMy parents loved throwing cocktail parties. From the time we were little until Daddy died, any excuse in the wind was the perfect excuse to throw a little party. Dress up, booze and nibbles. My Mom was a ninja de hors d'oeuvres and my Dad could mix the most complicated cocktail with his eyes closed.
For many many years, we lived in Winston-Salem, NC which back then, had no liquor by the drink. So dining in fine restaurants was sans cocktail. They would gather people at our house for a pre-dinner boozing and then traipse over to the restaurant.
The minute they left we landed on the leftovers. Most everyone finished their drinks and what was left of those was mainly melted ice but there was always a nice array of exotic munchies for us to help 'clean up.'
As I sit here finishing my after breakfast coffee, I'm looking over at my neighbors' wondering how delicious their party leftovers are. I'm guessing scrumptious.
For many many years, we lived in Winston-Salem, NC which back then, had no liquor by the drink. So dining in fine restaurants was sans cocktail. They would gather people at our house for a pre-dinner boozing and then traipse over to the restaurant.
The minute they left we landed on the leftovers. Most everyone finished their drinks and what was left of those was mainly melted ice but there was always a nice array of exotic munchies for us to help 'clean up.'
As I sit here finishing my after breakfast coffee, I'm looking over at my neighbors' wondering how delicious their party leftovers are. I'm guessing scrumptious.
