A four and one half hour lunch.
Unlike most of my other jobs, I haven't really stayed in contact with my other bosses. I've run into some here and there, but haven't gone out of my way.
I have tried to make time for Phyllis once every other year or so.
Since knowing her (starting in - gulp - 1989), she has almost always had a plan for the beaches of North Carolina after her retirement. Plans change. To a degree.
Phyllis and her husband will be going to NC, but more inland, where their daughter, son-in-law and brand new grandchild reside. Should they leave in mid-June, this would be our last chance to do this get together.
We shall get other chances, I would assume. Where they are moving to is the same town that 710's sister lives, so when we visit there, I am sure I can steal away for a meal or drink with her.
So 4.5 hours is kind of par for us anymore. We catch up via email here and there, but it was a good sit down to yack, as we have a lot of history and commonalities with aging and ailing mothers.
I felt bad for the poor waitress who couldn't turn over the table due to us. Mind you, it's not like it was anyone was waiting for the table, and I was a mensch and tipped 40%.
A chapter of our lives is closed. I'm sure we will remain in contact, but it won't be the same, nor should it be. I am envious of her ability to retire and go somewhere she wants.
Someday - that might be me.
Song by: Widespread Panic