In Gratitude

Shortly after Christmas I started feeling a bit lonely. Now my husband and dog are very good company–the best company, in fact. But I had been sorely lacking for female interaction. Phone calls to my sister and mother weren’t cutting it. Then Victor moved in and I started to realise that having outsiders into my world is a good thing. A necessary thing, in fact. Husband and I weighed the risks–stress, overtiring, exposure to virii–against the benefits and any way you sliced it, the idea of a Ladies’ Party won out.

The last time I did something like this was two years ago when Aunt B. brought a bunch of us out to Mack’s (Yasgur) farm. There was a bevy of broads and booze as well as a bountiful buffet. I look back on that night a lot as a restorative and energising time.

That’s enough backstory, I guess.

I don’t know that words are enough to thank all of the women who were willing to spend time and gas money to drive out here for grilled food and soda pop. Seeing living people, laughing with friends, eating, talking about books, politics, gardening…it was all so healing. So enriching. So wonderful.

Last time we did this another blogger complained about how boring it was to read about fat chicks roasting marshmallows. So I don’t want this blog entry to go on forever because I don’t want to tax anyone’s patience. But I can’t say enough thank yous to all the women who came. I must say, though, that the women who weren’t able to make it were genuinely missed.

Thanks again to all of you.