It is darn hard to make new friends when you relocate right before your sixtieth birthday. We’ve been living in Virginia for nearly four years now, and though we have met many lovely people, we have not made any real friends, the kind you have over to dinner or go out to lunch with or just hang around with. Then I started this blogging thing, and voila! I’m finally making great friends. My husband, George, benefits from my blogging, too, because my new friends become his new friends. I don’t know if it’s that way in your house, but it seems through all our forty years of marriage, my husband has left it to me to come up with friends for us, whether it was through church or my job, or bringing them along with me from my childhood or college. Now it’s through blogging.
Last night we spent the evening with Big Al and his lovely wife, Patty. It is the second or third time we’ve been with them, and we’re going to get together next weekend as well. We enjoy many of the same things, and George and I love the relationship Patty and Al have with each other because it is just like George’s and mine. They even like to play word games and pulled one out last night called Bananagrams, a game we had never played before. (Okay, maybe I shouldn’t bring that up. Sorry, Patty and Al. Beginners luck. There’s not a competitive bone in my body. I swear.)
My other friend I’ve met through blogging is another Patti. She came over to lunch the other day, and we sat and talked for several hours. The time flew by. Patti is another one who shares our values and has the same loving relationship with her husband as I have with mine. Our husbands have yet to meet, but we’re working on it.
Another wonderful thing about Patti is that she is so creative in all the ways I’m not, and she wants to teach me some of those ways. I have never been artistic, though I’ve always wanted to be. (I did help my husband make Crayola Halloween costumes one year with poster board and Magic Markers. Does that count?), so I intend on taking Patti up on her offer to help me try my hand at creating something visual artistic. Oh, wait! I take that back. I’m visually artistic when it comes to something I care deeply about. Food. Here is how I presented lunch to Patti last week.