Last night I
went to an evening soiree (fancy name, but we’re usually in jeans) that a friend
organizes periodically.
She gathers friends and acquaintances she’s met around town and by way of her role as one of our town’s select board. It’s a bit random; my friend chooses people she’d like to connect, or whom she finds interesting, and most of these women I would never have met otherwise.
She gathers friends and acquaintances she’s met around town and by way of her role as one of our town’s select board. It’s a bit random; my friend chooses people she’d like to connect, or whom she finds interesting, and most of these women I would never have met otherwise.
The fact that
there’s such a changing range of ages and interests and backgrounds makes the
conversation that much more unpredictable. Last night the talk around the
kitchen table wandered through chickens (very hot in town due to their
tick-consuming skills), the high school band, accessing state grants
encouraging our town to become a “green” town in construction, hosting foreign
exchange students, and the cost of pistachios.
I (re-)met a
woman who apparently had also worked at the high school where I used to teach.
Her name was familiar, but I don’t think I ever interacted with her directly. I
was usually sealed away in my classroom, and she oversaw some program that facilitated
kids’ transition to the workplace.
I think.
She named off
several people she still works with whom I must have known at some point. Some
I recalled, others were pretty much a blank. She’s still working and described
some of the programs and changes in this school department where I spent twenty
years of my life. “Oh, that one’s a middle school now?” and “An honor school
within the school? With a separate principal?”
Funny how a
world that at one time consumed my life now feels so distant and foreign.
I still stay in touch with friends in California who're still teaching and it already seems a distant memory.
ReplyDeletesounds like a fun event and always interesting.
ReplyDeleteReally, it's like a slap in the face, isn't it. I read the community newspaper yesterday, found three people are running for my job and we have a new zoning inspector. I am so out of the loop. One road guy quit waving to me, but all the police and fire still do.
ReplyDeleteI occasionally run into co-workers. And agree it does seem foreign. And not a country I want to revisit.
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way about the work I once did. I can't imagine doing it now or ever going back to it. I do still see a few of the girls a couple of times a year, we get together for lunch.
ReplyDeleteInteresting get together! Time marches on and old activities and jobs fade and are replaced anew:)
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