I wrote a meandering whine about not having friends, but had to make so many qualifications and exceptions. I live with the dearest friend imaginable, and a cat who loves us (in his cat way) and all of you who read here.
No, right now we don't have a circle of friends, no one to socialize with, no way to find others. The old gang scattered, some to California, some into their own lives, making children their centers.
The gap left by the lost friend still aches, when I wanted to share a story with her, an image, a video she would love. And I realize how little I ever asked of her, so that when I did, it apparently seemed an imposition, a burden too heavy to be borne. My fault for overloading, hers for not being clear sooner. But she really was irreplaceable, will remain so.
So, cherish my dear little family, and be open to life. Yes, I will remember.
Life is just a chair of bowlies.