A visit from a friend

Yesterday, David and I had a nice lunch with Mage of Postcards and George her husband. We squashed into my little Toyota Matrix, and yes, we ate at one of our favorites restaurants where good sandwiches can be had for a reasonable cost. I had an eggplant-mozerella-tomato on Panini sandwich. Gotta get my veggies you know.

We had a grand time. It is so refreshing to be with people who are intelligent, thoughtful and well read.  Who knew old people could be so much fun?? 

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George teased me about how I met David, indicating I was looking for him when I found him. To some extent this is true, however, David says he was looking for me, which is probably also true.

A complicated story lies behind this adventure, and like most complicated stories, involves other people, including my youngest son John. I have faulty memory at times, and had this tale stored away in my memory bank, largely forgotten. The accusation that I was “trolling” the meeting looking for ??? helped me recover part of it.

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Over 30 years ago, a group of Alanon members along with some of our children, and our sponsor and her husband) attended an open AA meeting to hear a particular speaker (now dead) who had a wild tale to share about his life with the Flying Tigers in WWII. 

As some of our kids had shown evidence of a substance abuse problem (my son says he never did), we thought this might be a useful experience. (In AA they share their strength, hope and experience with others who might need to hear their message.)  At the very minimum, our kids are what is known as “Children of Alcoholics” who have special problems and needs and can benefit from hearing others share.

After the meeting, our sponsor, who also sponsored an Alateen group, was scheduled to chaperone a dance in the same building. She invited our kids to attend.  Some of us aults stayed on to watch the children until we were asked to leave (Alateen groups are closed to adults).  In the meantime, my sponsor introduced me to David. I don’t know why he was there, but I think my sponsor arranged it.

The memory of what we said, and how I got home is hazy, but what is not hazy is David taking my hand. I had the strangest sensation move up my arm. I don’t think it was static electricity as we were in a multipurpose room used as a cafeteria during the day, but David says he felt the same thing. 

 

 

8 thoughts on “A visit from a friend

  1. What fun to have spent time with Mage. I already know how interesting a person she is from reading her blog. I love it that so many bloggers are meeting each other.
    That photo of the two of you is stunning. You do look like you were made for each other.

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  2. “I had an eggplant-mozerella-tomato on Panini sandwich.”

    Ooh, that sounds delicious!

    “The memory of what we said, and how I got home is hazy, but what is not hazy is David taking my hand. I had the strangest sensation move up my arm. I don’t think it was static electricity as we were in a multipurpose room used as a cafeteria during the day, but David says he felt the same thing.”

    Some things just can’t be forgotten. Interesting remembrance.

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  3. That’s a very nice photo of the two of you, Dianne. It’s very rare to experience that sensation between two people. I experienced it with someone long ago, but he was not my husband. Nuff said! Lol.

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