I am old. I realize it off and on by my behaviors but even more so by the behaviors of others. I just don't understand "this generation" (see? old!!)
I can make plans for an outing.....and actually follow through.
I can call someone, invite them to join me for lunch, put it on a calendar and then show up.
Wowie Zowie!
This is beyond many of my age and certainly those younger.
I have coworkers who have been saying "we really have to get together" for over a year. They are unable to make a time....so busy they are....but really want to get together. Yet, they can tell you who won Dancing With the Stars, what's going on in Lost and who they are cheering for in America's Got Talent (Alex had to supply the names of these shows!). So, what gives?
Alessandra has been trying to get together with her "ice cream gang" but apparently it takes them over a week to line up a time to meet at a Sonic or Baskin Robbins for a cone. Even with all of them having cell phones and being able to text so quickly that their fingers are a blur. Six people. One ice cream shop. Over a week of planning. And they don't even have jobs or kids or spouses! I fear for them in the future.
So, we stayed home last night because our friends were too busy. The family that was to be coming over tonight to go to the high school football game with us and then back here for dinner and games has cancelled. Too much going on. Of course, we only made these plans yesterday (friday) for tonight (saturday) because they cannot think too far in advance. The couple that is supposed to be coming over tomorrow night? Crossing my fingers!
I, on the other hand, was up before dawn today to clean and prepare for tonight's house guests. We have a jello mold (kids) and a cake. We have chicken marinating and foccacia rising. And we have no guests now.
I should just give up and stay with just my little family. With the difficulty that Alessandra is having organizing get-togethers with her peeps, she'll be around. Now, if we can just keep Christian out of the park.....
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