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Visiting a friend
Jul. 5th, 2018 11:00 pmI got a haircut in the morning.
T. went with the sitter during the day. He had his makeup swim lesson and he also went to play in the splashpad at the Y. He asked for tickets to see Ant-Man and the Wasp tomorrow.
A. and I drove to Lynn. This was probably an error, but I'd already put off visiting my friend B. by a day (and that's not counting the years that have slid by with us not seeing each other while being in the same state). We met at District 45 and had a really pleasant dinner. Their food and bar are good, but their excellence lies in their low-key, friendly service. These are genuinely _wonderful_ people with pleasant smiles and a good sense of humor. The Boston Globe's review from last year raved about the food, but it really is the people that make this the kind of local hangout that I wish I had here (I am, of course, in love with my own choices, but one can't have too many).
It was great to chat with B. While everyone's circumstances are different, of course, we both experienced the death of a deeply problematic parent within the last year, and while it is generally an emotional experience to talk about, it is amazing to get to talk openly about what exactly was wrong with the person and the relationship, and one's feelings after the death without worrying about negative judgment. Between seeing I. at Yellowstone and now having dinner with B., I am once again so grateful to have gotten to meet and know so many wonderful people over the course of my life. I felt for some years after I moved to this coast that I had to "start over", and in some ways, I did; but I never truly lost my old friends. When we get together, it's just like it always was. We're different; the friendship, however, continues to thrive.
T. went with the sitter during the day. He had his makeup swim lesson and he also went to play in the splashpad at the Y. He asked for tickets to see Ant-Man and the Wasp tomorrow.
A. and I drove to Lynn. This was probably an error, but I'd already put off visiting my friend B. by a day (and that's not counting the years that have slid by with us not seeing each other while being in the same state). We met at District 45 and had a really pleasant dinner. Their food and bar are good, but their excellence lies in their low-key, friendly service. These are genuinely _wonderful_ people with pleasant smiles and a good sense of humor. The Boston Globe's review from last year raved about the food, but it really is the people that make this the kind of local hangout that I wish I had here (I am, of course, in love with my own choices, but one can't have too many).
It was great to chat with B. While everyone's circumstances are different, of course, we both experienced the death of a deeply problematic parent within the last year, and while it is generally an emotional experience to talk about, it is amazing to get to talk openly about what exactly was wrong with the person and the relationship, and one's feelings after the death without worrying about negative judgment. Between seeing I. at Yellowstone and now having dinner with B., I am once again so grateful to have gotten to meet and know so many wonderful people over the course of my life. I felt for some years after I moved to this coast that I had to "start over", and in some ways, I did; but I never truly lost my old friends. When we get together, it's just like it always was. We're different; the friendship, however, continues to thrive.