My jam-packed day of social events has left me tired and happy. My writing group met this afternoon and our coed salon met this evening. Both required eating copious amounts of good food. But most importantly, I was in the company of good friends for almost 8 hours today.
I thought of the difference between my life and that of my late mother. I often kidded her about being a recluse. Her social contacts involved family and her immediate neighbors. She was not a lady who lunched or played cards.
I do not remember her ever having a circle of friends. Was this a conscious choice or a matter of circumstances?
As a young mother, she lived on a farm raising three active boys. Then 7 years after the third son was born, I joined the brood. Then 3 years later my sister was born.
When my sister and I were teenagers, I do not remember my mother going to any social event that did not involve family.
Both my brother Richard and I tried to get her to join the senior center. She told my brother that he could drive her to the center but that she would not get out of the car.
I wish I could ask her why.
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