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Cookout last night
Oct. 11th, 2015 03:01 pmEvery fall, a former coworker and her family throw a big cookout (with a Haunted Maze set up in the yard) at their place out in the country. I have attended irregularly, but since retiring, it's pretty much the only time I can be sure to see her. This year, it was on Oct. 10th.
Navigating uneven ground with the walker isn't easy, but it's MUCH easier than when I was getting so arthritic, yet not using assistance. After all, six legs to support me is not bad, even when two of them are problematic.
Most of the attendees are her family, and I don't really know any of them. But yesterday's weather was amazingly beautiful, and they have three acres and years of accumulated Halloween decorations. Mostly I hung around overhearing other people talking.
This year, there was an unexpected coalition of current and former big rig drivers. They all worked for different big companies, and they were happy to have people with whom to share stories. This unexpected camaraderie led to loosening of other social strictures, and I finally had to leave the food tent when the White Male Privilege came out. OK, it was actually when the guy started talking about how AWESOME it would be for Trump to be president, was when I thought, That's my cue to exit!
Still a fun time, not sure it counts as "socializing" for the full three hours I spent there since I didn't really, you know, talk to anyone most of the time, but a lovely October evening in the country is still a nice time.
Navigating uneven ground with the walker isn't easy, but it's MUCH easier than when I was getting so arthritic, yet not using assistance. After all, six legs to support me is not bad, even when two of them are problematic.
Most of the attendees are her family, and I don't really know any of them. But yesterday's weather was amazingly beautiful, and they have three acres and years of accumulated Halloween decorations. Mostly I hung around overhearing other people talking.
This year, there was an unexpected coalition of current and former big rig drivers. They all worked for different big companies, and they were happy to have people with whom to share stories. This unexpected camaraderie led to loosening of other social strictures, and I finally had to leave the food tent when the White Male Privilege came out. OK, it was actually when the guy started talking about how AWESOME it would be for Trump to be president, was when I thought, That's my cue to exit!
Still a fun time, not sure it counts as "socializing" for the full three hours I spent there since I didn't really, you know, talk to anyone most of the time, but a lovely October evening in the country is still a nice time.
