This lovely was blooming in the little garden patch beside the kitchen door today. It shares space with the bananas and some pinecone lilies and assorted other completely unrelated plants. I think that's the prettiest rose I've ever seen on that bush. It gets well fertilized in that area because I throw out kitchen scraps there and the chickens scratch and poop and what they don't eat breaks down and if you ever need any worms, that's the place to look.
I've spent most of the day doing domestic goddess chores. I made chili and did some ironing and laundry and made cookies- all of this in preparation for me leaving my husband here alone tomorrow and heading off to St. George Island again, this time with my two best friends from nursing school and another good friend of one of them. I imagine that after this weekend, she'll be a good friend of mine too.
This is what I was talking about when I mentioned being very anxious at the beginning of the week. I feel completely ridiculous even talking about it because my GOD! I love these women. We went through everything together in nursing school. I can't even begin to tell you. Vicky and Terry were just starting college and I? Well, it was my second stab at higher education and I'd already been married, divorced, and had two children. I felt ancient at the age of 29. But somehow, we found each other, so different in so many ways, and yet absolute kindred spirits and my house became our study place, our getting-ready-to-go-out place, our eating place, and sometimes everyone's sleeping place. We did our clinicals together at Chattahoochee, the state mental hospital where we literally feared for our lives until we realized that all of us are insane, just in different ways. We learned how to give bed baths on each other, we sat through lectures on everything from Anatomy to Death and Dying together- and always in the back row of the room and we were absolutely the worst behaved students and some teachers loved us for that and some hated us but by god, we were serious about nursing school and we did pretty well. There was so much laughing and there was plenty of crying. There was dancing at Bullwinkle's the local college bar. Sometimes with two of our teachers. There was kissing of boys and there was style advice. We went through all our romances together, we confessed things to each other that we've probably never told anyone since. They were there when Glen came to my house the second time and they were at my wedding. When we graduated I was pregnant with Lily. Then we all studied for our state boards together and took them together and passed them together.
And we all began different lives in different places and we've only seen each other a few times since then.
Here's a picture of us from when Terry's daughter Christie was a baby.
Christie, Vicky, Terry, me
And you know me- sixty-seven years old with five grandchildren, still married to the man I met when we were all in school together thirty-eight years ago, canning vegetables and shoveling chicken shit.
Recently, one of us has had a pretty severe medical scare and that has been the impetus for us to get back together for a visit.
Who knows? Not me.
I do know that my social anxiety has gone through the roof lately. As I told Lis on the phone the other day, the most talking to anyone outside my family I've done recently was when I was getting an appendectomy and I was on morphine for most of that.
"This is going to be so good for you," she said.
And I know she's right. I told her so.
I'm just that kind of crazy.
I think I love them so much and after all of these years, I want them to still love me. Maybe that is the long and short of it. And I feel like such an odd duck these days in my overalls, living in this old, old house with chicken shit on the porch and on my shoes. My hair has grown so thin, my body has grown so NOT thin. I hardly have a neck at all. I know they are older too but I feel positively and absolutely old. Aged.
There will be crying. I can guarantee you this.
I've never been one to have a huge group of friends. I've never been interested in casual friends. I fall in love with the people I give my heart to. And I fell in love with these ladies almost forty years ago and the thought of seeing them is truly overwhelming.
Well. I'll be reporting in, I'm sure.
And here's a picture of August, getting his covid vaccination today.
Jessie said he cried and said that it hurt and I know it must have or he would not have said it. But we are all so proud of him. And Maggie and Gibson are getting theirs tomorrow.