An old friend stopped by tonight. We’ve talked twice, both times at parties, in the last 7 years. But at the last party we re-connected a bit better. And tonight he was in the neighborhood and dropped in with a book he thought I’d like. And we chatted and caught up a bit.
When I met him, just over 10 years ago, a friend introduced us. She heard that I’d been exiled from my home in Durango and was being sent here to live with my mother. She knew what kind of culture shock I was in for, knew that while I had been going back and forth for years I hadn’t ever had the chance to make any friends. So she gave me one of her best friends. And he and I hit it off.
But then we fell out and didn’t talk for a long time. And then we reconnected over the holidays and tried to date. Which went fine untill the time he never called me back. And I wrote him off and we didn’t see each other until last year, when, small world, we ran into each other at an annual party. And I (more or less) snubbed him.
But at this years party I was just happy to see old friends. And I had a good talk with his mom. And made sure to get their phone numbers. And told him to stop by some time.
I was surprised to see an unfamiliar car pull into the drive way. But quite happy to have such a simple, short visit. We talked about my porch cats, about the books were reading, about our families and aging parents and their medical problems. It was already getting late so I couldn’t chat long, but I did want to. We were just old friends now, talking about life and shared interests. Neither of us brought up the past any more than we had to.
Alas, even a short visit cuts me short on writing time, thus, this is hasty and not well thought out…