We met as seniors -- and we still are!

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

It’s been a year since Carol and Susan and I met for lunch in the little town of Winters, 40 minutes from here,  and today we did it again. Carol came from Napa, where she and her husband are visiting, and Susan drove from her home in San Jose. Susan asked me why I didn’t keep in touch with them for a while (40 or 50 years!) since high school. These two were my closest friends in senior year (I only spent that one year at Columbus Hartley High School), and I can’t account for the gap, but here we are again — laughing and talking over lunch like we did in the cafeteria long ago. I suppose we are each quite different now — but who cares!?!? We talked about books, the cost of housing, how Boise, Idaho, is growing, how San Jose is growing, children, grandchildren, getting old and older, (avoiding politics mostly), keeping things and throwing them away, expectations and new possibilities for women…. and on and on. To be continued next year, or maybe in October in Boise, Idaho.  

Afterward, I went to the butcher shop down the street to get bones for Zing, and a woman on the sidewalk asked me where I get my hair cut. Not in Winters? No, in Sacramento. “I only get up there a couple times a year,: she said. “But I like your hair. I think I’m going to let my hair go gray too.”

Back in high school I never could have imagined such an encounter!

Love,
k