We went to our second social outing in two days this afternoon. As I mentioned yesterday, our across-the-street neighbors had invited us over for oysters and it was actually a very nice little gathering. I got to meet their daughter's fiancee and I give him my stamp of approval. He seemed pretty real to me and for a guy from New Jersey just getting to know Lloyd, quite chill as well. He admitted that Lloyd is like no place he's ever been before but he said it was beautiful.
Of course I agreed with that.
I baked a focaccia with sausage and cheese stuffing to take that another woman tasted and then immediately asked the recipe for and said she was going to make it this week for a gathering she was having. So that made me feel good. Turns out she and I have a lot in common and I really enjoyed talking to her. We spent a lot of time talking, not only with each other, but also with a girl in high school, the daughter of another couple there and we ended up giving her life-advice which was mainly the old hippy perspective and I have to wonder what she thought as well as wondering what her parents thought.
These sort of experiences always make me think of this scene in The Graduate.
But what is it about older people wanting to tell younger people what they should do with their lives? It seems to be something embedded in the human genome although I can't really remember anyone pulling me aside when I was young to tell me what I should do with my life. Well, except for "get a good education!"
A friend of my mother's did take me to lunch at a fancy restaurant in Winter Haven when I was about to go off to college to give me some advice but I don't really recall what it was. She was a woman ahead of her time and had a job in the upper echelons of a large local bank. She may have been the first woman I ever really knew who didn't work as a teacher or a nurse or a secretary. It was still a little bit unusual for a woman to work outside of the home in those days to be honest.
The real question would be- have I started my shopping?
And the answer would be....umm...sort of?