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I was wrapped in an afghan, talking to my friend from my chilly bedroom in Kansas City, feeling kind of cozy, and entertaining thoughts of starting yet another winter fire. And then she had to ruin it by telling me she was sitting on her porch in Orlando, swatting at those darned bugs! Bugs, in February! Peggy is the loveliest of friends, the kind you might talk to once a month for a while, and then maybe an entire year passes, and neither of you knows where it went. "When did we last talk?" you ask, mystified. Then she tells you her daughter is five months pregnant, and you sheepishly ask if she's married. "Katy, she got married a year ago! Didn't you get the invitation?" And then we laugh at our incompetencies, and commiserate about the almost empty nest, and giggle about the years just ahead filled with in-laws and grandbabies and old-fashioned mortgage-burning parties. And for a few wrinkle-free moments we are kids again, carefree, excited about every little thing on the horizon, joyful. It's fascinating to be a kid again with Peggy, a girl I didn't even meet until we were in our late thirties. When I'm with Peggy, I'm the youngest I'll ever be.
Posted by Katy on 02/22/01 at 07:22 PM
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