The sun is out, the days have been warm but windy, and I am doing pretty well.
I did manage to finish the architectural comparison essay and even get a little editing done. Maybe it will be done in time to read next Tuesday. Work was lots of fun Wednesday, but by Thursday there were few donations for us to work with. Still it was fun.
We were both invited to speak yesterday on the topic of “fellowship”…something that’s increasingly hard for both of us. When we met, I was a very gregarious, loved my friends person while he isolated in learned comfort. We were told that one of us would become like the other, and, in the beginning, he learned to like my hoards of friends. Then they scattered or died, and I too devolved into some form of social isolation. Though I volunteer, go to school, and do service work, I am still isolated. I find I don’t reach out and make the extra effort toward friendship.
Perhaps it’s a function of the age. Where once the crowds gathered in the living room and the phone answering machine asked if someone would like to speak to, “Findley, Huney, Hawkins, Hawkins, Parr, Harris, and Bailey,” today there is just us. No gatherings. When we moved in here, I counted the chairs in the living room to make sure there were enough. Today, it doesn’t matter…a sad answer, and I know this happens to everyone at some level.
My grandma was a social person. Every afternoon there would be something happening with others in her life. My parents really isolated. Easter and Christmas they would have family plus someone from the USO. Once or twice there were guests for dinner in the twenty years we lived in that house. One time they gave a party. After my father’s death, mother remarried a very social guy. They partied on the boat, at the club, on other’s boats. By then I was long gone and those patterns weren’t mine to learn.
So today, the Geezer and I are making great efforts to unlearn the behavior of isolation. I’ll let you know how it goes.