Old Friends Become New Again....

So many people pass through our lives on a daily basis. Most are just casual acquaintances, the ones you work with or see every morning at your local coffee house. You sit and make small talk, people who you know you could never rely on if you needed them but are fun for a daily laugh. Then every once in a while if you are really lucky and the cosmos align you meet that one person who becomes like family, the bond so strong, the connection so great you feel the friendship will pass the test of time. But what happens when that bond is severed?  Sadly I have opened my heart to a few people who have hurt me greatly and whose friendship loss I still mourn.

Lately something strange has begun to happen, friends lost are reaching out and trying to become friends once again, and we too are reaching out to people we haven't spoken to in 20+ years. I am guessing it's that connection these old friends have to our youth, they remind us of a place in time now passed. As you get older and the realization that life is too short creeps in you begin to think differently, maybe it's that mid-life crisis thing rearing it's ugly head.  That said my husband is a much more forgiving person than I, at first my guard was up, why do they want to rekindle what once was? What do they want from us? How do I fit them into the here and now? Casting doubt aside I have embraced the reunions.

Surprising myself,  I have enjoyed this journey thus far, it has brought back fun memories long forgotten. Sometimes you block out how much of your life you shared with these friends. As an added bonus now at least my kids can put faces to names they have only heard about plus they now know we didn't make up those crazy stories we have been telling them for years.

There is that little voice in the back of my head, you threw me aside once will you do it again? Only time will tell.....

Our Mid-Century Mid-Life Crisis...

Our 1950's dream home.....

My husband has reached that time in his life that I have been dreading. I read it was coming, I heard horror stories about it, frankly I was a bit scared of it truth be told. I'm talking about the dreaded male mid-life crisis. Then an amazing thing happened, turns out his mid-life crisis wasn't an over priced sports car or a younger bustier trophy wife- no his desire and mine are in total sinc. We have each developed an obsession for Mid-Century Modern design. We have even taken our obsession a step further and purchased a 1955 Post & Beam weekend home in Palm Springs CA, it's OUR little red sports car.
This un-crisis has brought us closer together as we make daily decisions on such large matters as the purchase of our dream home, to landscaping, to what color we should paint our walls. OK so I have to confess that after 30 years of pretty much always making the decorating decisions it's a little hard to share that job.  I wasn't aware my husband had really strong opinions on such matters but I must admit I like this part of him. I love that he is enjoying leisurely antiquing as we search for just the right piece of furniture and rediscovering the furniture and accessories of our youth.
Hopefully this puts to bed my fears of "the crisis" but who knows, I overheard him say yesterday he would like to buy a 1950's sports car to leave in the Palm Springs garage. Only time will tell........

Missing my Mom....

My Mom in prayer Dec 2010 NYC Church of St Francis of Assisi 

I have titled this photo Wasted Prayers.

Don't know why today is the day I decided to start a blog. Today actually got off to a rough start. Forget that I was driving my 13 yr old off to his first day of High School, fears amplified by the fact that he has Aspergers. That actually went off without a hitch. What has totally rocked me is after I left him at the drop-off with his instructional assistant I bent over to pick up my cell and call my Mom. My Mom passed away 8 weeks ago from lung cancer. Those I know who have lost a loved one, including my husband had tried to warn me this moment was coming but you can never prepare for how you will feel when you realize that person is no longer here and you can't share the big moments with them anymore. So here I sit 2 hours later still crying and feeling sorry for myself and for my mom for missing the moments I know she wanted so  desperately to live for.
So perhaps I have answered my own question, maybe I started this blog today to help me pass through this cloud of mourning. Time and the computer keys will tell....