Today is the once a month lunch of former co-workers (friends) from the large trucking manufacturer where we all worked (and two still do). It is all women over fifty, so we are from the generation in which you dressed nicely for a lunch out with your friends, and we all usually do. But this time I may stand out in the crowd, and not in a good way.
Today, my social calendar runneth over. I had an invitation to play golf at 9:30 this morning from a friend who hasn’t been able to play very often this summer because of some health problems for her husband. I just couldn’t say no. But it happens to also be the day that our lunch group gets together, and I hate to miss that.
A tight timeline — golf at 9:30 for approximately one and a half hours — done at 11. Lunch with work friends at 11:30.
So, I’ll be going directly from golf to lunch.
My friend, Linda, is the leader of our lunch group, so I’ll be giving her a call that I might be a little late and please go ahead and order my usual for me.
And, by the way, Linda, you might want to save a seat for me between two of our most hard–of-smelling friends.
It doesn’t happen too often, but once in a while retirement gets really busy!