“The best mirror is an old friend” George Herbert.
We went to the beach last weekend with friends. The beach at New Jersey in February is a lot different from July. I like it better. True, there is no swimming, getting junk food on the boardwalk, or going crabbing. Most of the restaurants and all of the boardwalk businesses are closed, but the winter beach has its own charms. It is slower, less frantic, more meditative.
The occasion for the trip was the 60th birthday of one member of our group. We have been friends with the birthday girl for over 40 years! Her daughters planned a murder mystery weekend at a Victorian bed and breakfast to celebrate. The mystery was OK, but really the best parts of the weekend were when we were just talking in our own voices, rather than the voices of the characters we were assigned. We have been friends long enough that we have plenty to talk about.
A quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson could sum up how I feel about this group. “It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.” Yes! It was Ralph Waldo Emerson who said that!!! We were plenty stupid this weekend. At one point we laughed until we cried and could not catch our breath. That’s when you know that you are having a good time. This group of friends has been together long enough to know how stupid each of us can be and still love each other. We know each individual’s strengths and weaknesses. We celebrate the strengths and accept the weaknesses.
I am a social person, and I love to make new friends. I have made some great ones over the years. This group, however, all got married about the same time, we raised our kids at the same time, and we have been going on excursions for years.
I was looking forward to doing a long run with my husband Bill and a close friend (another group member) on Saturday morning, and the run did not disappoint. (This is a picture from last summer at the end of a 6 hour timed run.) We ran for 10 miles, but it seemed like only 10 minutes went by! Bill is not much of a talker when we run, and even though I love to run with him, it is sometimes nice to have someone to shoot the breeze with as the miles go by. This was one of the weekend highlights for me (along with the banana walnut pancakes that we had after the run!)
I hope that everyone who reads this is blessed to have a group of friends like mine that you can be stupid with.