February 8, 2014
Coke, grass, chips and
chocolate make for a successful party, the first two catch your attention, the
latter two make it sound completely boring. The cat climbs into laps that don’t
belong to him.
One of the guests put the fuzzy
Vera Wang slippers on the wrong feet. She gloms the pair from the variety, in a
basket, near the door, and obviously isn’t paying attention in her excitement.
Upon discovery, she covers her mistake well by sharing a story from when her
daughter was little. As her mother pointed out the same predicament, the four
year old pipes up “These are not on the wrong feet, mom, they’re my feet!” Who could argue with that?
For those of you who were
unable to attend the function, we spoke of allowing our grown children to fall
down and make mistakes, after much consoling, arguing, Judge-Judy-advice-giving, and hand
wringing. We decided the best way to come up with a co-op purchase is at a bar,
on a napkin. Having it readily available, not to mention legible, at the first
sign of a bump-in-the-road-conflict is another story. The group collectively
agreed that a cat cannot be shared between three parties, no matter how much
they would like to think an animal is like a shirt, it is certainly not one-in-the-same.
Needing drama in our lives sometimes lights a fire, and excites the crowd. In
the end, we choose not to pile in the car, and rescue the cat from a certain compromising
demise.
Since there is no universal
signal for gratitude, I am fortunate to be able to use my words. Thank you to
my good friends, all of you for coming to my home and celebrating the warmth of
camaraderie.
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