Now that I'm old and single again I'm finding that you
end up right back where you start out as a teenager. I’ve blogged before about
the 'movie and lunch' club I joined at the senior hall. But with this month's outing it
dawned on me that it was a lot like group dating. Anywhere from 15 to 30 people
meet for lunch and a movie and the only difference between now and back when I
was young is now we had emails flying back and forth ahead of time, trying to
figure who can give so-and-so a ride because they can't drive.
I wish I had something wise, witty or wonderful to write
about. I don’t. On the other hand, I don’t have anything demented, depressing
or desperate to report either. Life in my post-Don era is going on, one step
after another with fewer and fewer false starts in between the steps. And when
I do have an occasional, wispy wish for the past I remind myself of this quote
attributed to playwright Carolyn Myers: “Everything will be okay in the end. If
it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.” ©
