Reconnecting

“If you’d told me in high school I’d end up bonding with Charlotte again over snowpal-making, I’d have laughed in your face,” Mom tells me above coffee. “And yet.”

“Raising two toddlers into adults must have changed quite a few things about what Charlotte finds fun, because not only does she suggest the idea of exiting the nightclub, she has a blast putting together her snowpal. We laugh a lot, and not even at the expense of anybody else. And it’s a welcome change from twenty years ago.”

Night at the Bar

Mom’s reliving her teenage years tonight. I’m not there with her, but she tells me about it the next day, around a cup of coffee. Basically Shanna’s wife Charlotte couldn’t show up at our Ice Day gathering; but she still invited Mom to one of their old hangout spots. Windenburg’s oldest bar.

It’s their turn to gossip now. Mom gives me bits and bobs of what they discussed, but mostly I get the impression that at this point, this reunion wasn’t all she hoped it would be.