Monday, July 31, 2006
Monday July 31, 2006 - Year 4, Day 132 - friends well aged
8C/46F, chilly from rain overnight, or was it just sprinklers going off @ 1 & 3 AM? Gusta romps the tall grass pulling hard toward a scent, never finding the critter who owned it
‘To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.’ – Samuel Beckett
the best music, I am told, is played on very old violins, so does that mean getting older is best?
some old friends are people - but few old friends are as close as my cook’s knife, my favorite sweatshirt, my 7 iron, my dog & a favorite old tie; what is this like, to have a well aged old friend?
some old friends are people - ones who came into my life a long time ago who stayed; others have come & gone & come back again – old friends do that sometimes; old friends come in all kinds, shapes & sizes, genders, ages & some are not so old either; someone I can talk to after a couple of years as if only 5 minutes had passed since our last connection - that’s one of the best kind - they bring us comfort - like a cozy sweater, like a comfortable chair
a few old friends are that close; some I talk to nearly every day, some hardly ever; old friends need not be put on a pedestal, put away or put up or down; old friends can be the best warm blanket on a cold day, the best firm handshake, the best soft touch to lift a chin when it is down
old friends need not be old, but they need to be around a while - new friends conversely have few clues about us (or we them) as we lack experience, understanding, context or history with them; rarely does a new friend reveal all, tell all or offer a way to know all; we need to ferret it out sometimes – but then I have to wonder, if it is that difficult to get out, maybe it is better to pass by, to move on!
good friends – new or old – let it flow effortlessly, let it flow with joy or rage, bliss or revenge – but they let it flow; old friends have history with us, we’ve known some joy & some grit
old friends uttering a word or phrase convey huge volumes of meaning while new friends can talk at great length & convey little – I strain sometimes to get enough from someone before just giving up because it is too hard; I find some people won’t let me get close & it makes me wonder if anyone ever does
old friends are easy to spend time with, new friends often cannot find the time or bear the schedule modification required to make time for a new friend
DL hits meets a milestone today, the mother of all birthdays, the beginning of the end & end of the beginning, now a ‘woman of a certain age’, the down-slope, the over–the-hill-gang; you’ve hit 50, the big five-O & your life will NEVER be the same . . old friend
‘Age is something that doesn’t matter, unless you are a cheese.’ – Billy Burke
well aged friends mature are so much better than a cheese; not a stinky or ripe or blue, but one always worth a nibble, always worth a hug
Mark
‘To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.’ – Samuel Beckett
the best music, I am told, is played on very old violins, so does that mean getting older is best?
some old friends are people - but few old friends are as close as my cook’s knife, my favorite sweatshirt, my 7 iron, my dog & a favorite old tie; what is this like, to have a well aged old friend?
some old friends are people - ones who came into my life a long time ago who stayed; others have come & gone & come back again – old friends do that sometimes; old friends come in all kinds, shapes & sizes, genders, ages & some are not so old either; someone I can talk to after a couple of years as if only 5 minutes had passed since our last connection - that’s one of the best kind - they bring us comfort - like a cozy sweater, like a comfortable chair
a few old friends are that close; some I talk to nearly every day, some hardly ever; old friends need not be put on a pedestal, put away or put up or down; old friends can be the best warm blanket on a cold day, the best firm handshake, the best soft touch to lift a chin when it is down
old friends need not be old, but they need to be around a while - new friends conversely have few clues about us (or we them) as we lack experience, understanding, context or history with them; rarely does a new friend reveal all, tell all or offer a way to know all; we need to ferret it out sometimes – but then I have to wonder, if it is that difficult to get out, maybe it is better to pass by, to move on!
good friends – new or old – let it flow effortlessly, let it flow with joy or rage, bliss or revenge – but they let it flow; old friends have history with us, we’ve known some joy & some grit
old friends uttering a word or phrase convey huge volumes of meaning while new friends can talk at great length & convey little – I strain sometimes to get enough from someone before just giving up because it is too hard; I find some people won’t let me get close & it makes me wonder if anyone ever does
old friends are easy to spend time with, new friends often cannot find the time or bear the schedule modification required to make time for a new friend
DL hits meets a milestone today, the mother of all birthdays, the beginning of the end & end of the beginning, now a ‘woman of a certain age’, the down-slope, the over–the-hill-gang; you’ve hit 50, the big five-O & your life will NEVER be the same . . old friend
‘Age is something that doesn’t matter, unless you are a cheese.’ – Billy Burke
well aged friends mature are so much better than a cheese; not a stinky or ripe or blue, but one always worth a nibble, always worth a hug
Mark
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