In the Mid-Afternoon of My Life

I finished a Maeve Binchy book on the plane back from Minneapolis yesterday morning. An Irish author, she writes heart-warming slice of life stories which I turn to when I need my heart-warmed:) In the just-completed read, she refers to one of her characters as "in the late afternoon of her life". (early 60s). I decided that for me that meant I was in the mid-afternoon of my life. Subsequently, gotmoof popped off, "What does that make me?" I told him (at age 33), in the brunch of his life:)

Ever have one of those days where your emotions are right under the skin? The birthday party on Saturday was that for me. I delighted in watching everyone celebrate perkk. John's just plain "good people" You could bask in the reflected glow of the long-time friendships on display amidst much laughter and fun. It was an incredibly eclectic group of people ... a tribute to John ... I was touched by how much John is loved by his friends and family.

I told the little guy who often sits on my shoulder, and tries to edit my experiences, to be quiet. I wanted to go with the flow, not have the analytical voice in my head interfere with the spontaneity of this trip. He only spoke up a couple of times:) The weekend felt like oxygen to me.

I'm back in Texas and missing my friends already. I so rarely get to socialize with people in this manner and even more rarely enjoy it. It's a lesson to remember ... If you're in the mid-afternoon of your life, better to make time for those people now, no matter the challenges or cost. Dusk, and a slow fade into night, will come soon enough.

(  Two Photos ... More to Come ... )

In the Mid-Afternoon of My Life

I finished a Maeve Binchy book on the plane back from Minneapolis yesterday morning. An Irish author, she writes heart-warming slice of life stories which I turn to when I need my heart-warmed:) In the just-completed read, she refers to one of her characters as "in the late afternoon of her life". (early 60s). I decided that for me that meant I was in the mid-afternoon of my life. Subsequently, gotmoof popped off, "What does that make me?" I told him (at age 33), in the brunch of his life:)

Ever have one of those days where your emotions are right under the skin? The birthday party on Saturday was that for me. I delighted in watching everyone celebrate perkk. John's just plain "good people" You could bask in the reflected glow of the long-time friendships on display amidst much laughter and fun. It was an incredibly eclectic group of people ... a tribute to John ... I was touched by how much John is loved by his friends and family.

I told the little guy who often sits on my shoulder, and tries to edit my experiences, to be quiet. I wanted to go with the flow, not have the analytical voice in my head interfere with the spontaneity of this trip. He only spoke up a couple of times:) The weekend felt like oxygen to me.

I'm back in Texas and missing my friends already. I so rarely get to socialize with people in this manner and even more rarely enjoy it. It's a lesson to remember ... If you're in the mid-afternoon of your life, better to make time for those people now, no matter the challenges or cost. Dusk, and a slow fade into night, will come soon enough.

(  Two Photos ... More to Come ... )