This being Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada, I had originally set out to write a meditation on the nature of friendship. I wanted to comment on how the definition of a "friend" changes from what it meant when we were small children (for me, it was anyone who didn't pick on me) to what it means when we are in the second half of our lives. Then Sunday became Monday, and the laundry is still piled in the corner, and my friend's cats need feeding, and I decided this would have to have to be shorter than I originally intended, but the sentiment is still there.
This is my best chum Heather - the messy hair is my fault, as I had just told her to toss her head
And here is yours truly, finally feeling well enough to put together a good outfit and spend quality time with my bestie doing stuff we enjoy - a mini photo shoot, a hot beverage, thrift shopping, followed by a belated birthday burger (her birthday, not mine).
There's a significant age difference between us, and she's got way more stamina and strength than I do, which she needs in order to play roller derby, but it means that I leave her to enjoy the more strenuous, outdoorsy activities with other friends. She's an academic, I am most definitely not. She's been married to the same sweet guy for ages; I am contentedly single. Our shared love of good books, furry critters, creepy and unsettling television series, thrift stores, and dark and inappropriate humour brought us together, and the sharing of individual joys and sorrows keeps us close. We have pushed each other out of our comfort zones, physically and emotionally, and I feel like I've become a better person by knowing her.
I have also been very lucky to make some dear friends who are closer to my age through my blog. Unfortunately, they all live a significant distance from me, so our relationships are maintained via email, text, telephone, and occasional visits. Their virtual presence has changed my life for the better - providing inspiration, support, and opportunities for adventures I would never have had otherwise.
Some gifts friends give us are impossible to measure or define, others are tangible, delightful things like these butter-soft leather shorts that the lovely Greetje, of the blog No Fear of Fashion, sent to me.
This photo was inspired by "Queen of the Alley Photoshoots", my friend Mel, whose brilliantly creative blog posts are bits of infectious, stylish joy. Here's my own version of unbridled joy in the alley.
I hope my Canadian readers had a peaceful and happy Thanksgiving weekend