My old friend Marilyn called me a while ago. I hadn’t talked to her in almost a year. She wanted to get together for lunch. I guess sometimes it is my friends who contact me. I just have to wait them out I guess. Marilyn has been retired for several years. She’s kind and sweet and funny. I’ve always liked her and her quirky ways. Anyway we’ll probably get together for lunch in a couple weeks. She always has interesting stories. I’ve known her for twenty years. We were band teacher friends to start.
It feels weird and good at the same time. I’m just not used to it. I feel like I’m locked in a closet and I’m supposed to change into a costume but I don’t know which one to put on and there isn’t enough room to change anyway. Kinda like that.