My house phone rang the other night. Usually, it’s just sales calls or something like that—have you gotten the call from Windows Help Desk, telling you that your computer(!) has contacted them and there is an issue? Yeah, I get a lot of those. I admit I’m not very nice when they call and my entreaties to not call me anymore get me absolutely nowhere, but I digress.
My phone call the other night wasn’t one of those. I was pleasantly surprised that an old friend I hadn’t talked to in a long time called just to chat. She and I have that kind of relationship where even if we don’t talk for a while, when we do, it’s just like we talked yesterday. I’m sure you have friends like that, too.
She and I shared an apartment (actually two of them) before each of us married so after we caught up (you know the drill…family, work, health, etc), we launched into “Do you remember...” and we were off, reliving the days our youth, admitting now (in hindsight and much, much older) that some of the things we did were a little….crazy.
Oh, we weren’t bad. We were just young and naïve in so many ways and we took chances that as older adults we never would. Case in point: when we moved from one apartment to another, it was only two blocks away…so we ended up carrying things up the street because they wouldn’t fit in my car. Like what you might ask? Her hope chest, a kitchen table, my grandmother’s rocking chair, and various other things. Yup, we toted that stuff from one apartment to another. In the dark. In
Like I said, a little crazy, but fun (and a very long time ago….wouldn’t do
that now….probably couldn’t do that
now). Patterson, NJ
We both remembered (how could we forget?) how broke we were and how I had a little clicker to calculate how much we spent when grocery shopping because we just didn’t have the money if we went over budget. And it was a tight budget, but back in the late 70s, you could get four boxes of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for a buck! To this day, when I see that familiar box, I think of her (and that little red clicker at the grocery).
We have a history, a shared experience that taught us so much. We left the conversation with promises to call each other more often, which I plan to keep because I think of her often and I can’t help being so thankful that we’re still friends after all these years. I'm still smiling!
As always, happy reading (and visiting with old friends),Marie