A lifelong buddy who now lives in Arizona and who we haven’t seen in years sent me a text that he was back in town for the weekend and wanted to meet for a pint.
I was so excited I booked a time with him, completely forgetting that we’d also planned a family supper for my son’s 15th birthday! (Oops!)
Once Shea gently (?) reminded me that my son’s birthday was more important than drinking with an old buddy, I pushed back our meeting time and we were able to get together at Bushwakkers.
* our respective Covid experiences (the differences he experienced living in Arizona were *very* fascinating to hear about)
* our parents’ health
* our own health
* how are kids are doing
* updates on how various friends-in-common are doing: who’s married, who’s divorced. Who has kids, who doesn’t. Who’s employed, who got laid off or is unemployed. Even sadly, who’s alive and who died.
* Although it’s not imminent, our long term retirement plans.
For over a decade, my Aunt Sandi has come from Kelowna to visit us for about a month every spring.
Obviously, that hasn’t been possible for the last couple years and we debated back and forth whether to do it this year since she has some pretty serious respiratory issues and although our entire immediate family has been very fortunate to have not tested positive for Covid yet, we’re conscious that we have kids in two different schools, Shea working in a hospital every single day and myself in a public facing role.
But in the end, she decided it was worth the risk and I think my kids agreed…
