Captain's Log- Circles

I was actually ahead of the game this morning and then number three in Spring Creek called for an early morning chat. Often it is number two in North Dakota, and sometimes number one calls from Oakland on the way home from work, but mostly early-morning drives seem to be the perfect time to catch up with mom. 

Except that’s prime writing time at Boyer Bunny Ranch, and now I am late getting to the office on production day. But there is no complaining – when your little dahhhhlings want to talk, you talk. 

There is nothing in life quite as enjoyable as when your grown children reach out to spend time with you. No matter when that is. 

Mornings have become my favorite time of the day. My sisters and I all agree that the greatest luxury in life is a long, slow, puttering morning. Bonus if you get to chat with your offspring. 

A couple of weeks ago, the OG Book Club met for an impromptu session at Pizza Barn after work. We laughed a lot about how we have evolved as friends, starting off as a softball team that, after a few years, needed an excuse for a brief escape from the duties of early marriages and little children, so softball games morphed into a book club. Eventually, our own children would chauffeur us to and from book club as they learned to drive, and that night we found ourselves talking about holiday plans and which of those children were coming home and who was traveling to visit children out of the area. 

Just this week, I found myself as the chauffeur, driving around the south end of the valley picking up friends who no longer drive at night so they would not miss our church potluck. It reminded me of youth group when we were all much younger, and whoever got to drive first had the duty of picking up the ones who were too young or did not have cars. 

The more things change, the more they stay the same. 

Which then had me thinking of a post I saw recently from the Senior Center and the large group of people who gather there every day for lunch. The camaraderie, the friendships, the cafeteria food. It is fun to visit with all these people and hear stories of their youth and their escapades at school, back in the day. And you cannot help but realize that, before they grew up and ran off to lead their own lives, these same people spent every day together at lunch in the cafeteria, just like they do now. Same cast of characters, just a different building, a different cafeteria. Friendships and adventures turned into friendships and memories. 

Ahhh, life. Life in a small town. The ins and outs of family and community, and sharing all that. 

So, while we navigate our part in this community family and catch up with our kids when we can, we will always be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

Rach