On Tuesdays I attend a personal history group. We write a memory from our life and read it to the group. (I've posted some of these stories here on my blog.)
We are a varied bunch. Our oldest member is 96--yes she is, and she is as bright and wonderful as anyone could imagine--we have three young mothers and the rest of us are empty nesters, or nearly so--like me. This is my "won't miss it" place to go on Tuesdays. These women are my friends and lifeline.
Today one of the women facing the big front room windows, said, "Oh, Sarah, here comes someone to your door."
Mona (the 96 year old) said, "Is it Marcia, she's going to pick me up?"
"No, it's a man."
And quicker than anyone else could say anything Mona said, "Is he cute?"
And there you have it, folks. Our bodies may get old but our minds are just like they were at age 16.
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It is important to never give up seeing what is cute in this world.
I love it. She is an amazing lady.
That's great. And what a fun thing to be a part of! I want to come.
I feel that way about Bunko. I wouldn't miss it. And my bunko girls wouldn't have me miss it, even if I've scheduled my baby for the same day as bunko. They just switch it for me.
It's good to have good friends. Plus, that Mona is a gooose.
I want to be just like Mona when I grow up.
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