I had no idea then that I will next see them five and a half months later.
Yes, we text and talk all the time. Our friendships are strong. But still.
Tonight we are meeting for a dinner in Central Park.
It's 90 degrees. Were they both not athletic warriors, I probably would have suggested rescheduling.
Jill walks five or more miles every day, even in scorching heat. And Susan thinks nothing of playing an afternoon game of tennis, whatever the temperature.
A couple of weeks ago we set this same plan. Both Jill and Susan were still up for meeting despite a forecast of major storms in the area. It wasn't until it actually did start to rain that they reluctantly agreed to call off our picnic.
So clearly, I'm the wimp of the group. And I'm not going to cancel because of a small thing like hot weather,
We are each bringing our own food. I make my favorite: Prosciutto Di San Daniele, sundried tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, avocado, and a little balsamic vinegar and honey mustard on a roll. I also bring some red grapes, water and a towel to sit on.
The mile walk is brutal. But by the time I arrive and see my friends, I feel guilty ever having thought about the heat.
The park is gorgeous at sunset. Quiet. And everyone is socially distanced.
Susan brings wine, glasses, individual containers of guacamole, and some kind of can't-have-just-one rosemary crackers. We remove our masks.
We talk, eat. laugh, and spend over two hours doing what good friends do.
It feels so normal. So nice. Just like the kind of thing we did before, never quite really seeing the absolute beauty in the everyday.
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