This weekend we attended a 90th birthday party for my friend Marge May. The party was held in Jamaica Plain, (near Boston.) There was quite a crew there, people from my hometown and a good sprinkling of kids I went to Masconomet High School with, as well as a favorite old beau I had not seen in 26 years or so. It was a terrific party and so fun to touch base with some people from my "roots." Chris came with me, which was sporting of him since he didn't know anyone. We stayed the night at sister Deb's, and she and her husband cooked us a wonderful supper. For the first time since any of us could remember it was just "us," with none of our kids. That felt odd, but was kind of nice, too. Chris and I both enjoyed the quiet car time together, and getting away, even for just a night, was very relaxing. It was a wonderful weekend.
