Ladies
Who Lunch
This
past week, I’ve been lucky enough to go lunchin twice. Once out of town with old neighbors and later
in week here at home. Both times were
pleasant and peaceful afternoons leading me to think about we ladies who
lunch. At the restaurant out of town I
met with some old Austin
Later
in the week, I met two close friends for lunch.
Again the talk ranged far and wide ending up with a discussion of the
old testament (one woman was a staunch believer) the new testament (one woman
declared her belief) and no testament (one woman didn’t believe in either). Despite the differences, there were no raised
voices, no rolling of eyes, (okay maybe a couple of times) and no
hollering. We all listened to each
others views. In short, we were
courteous. And at the end of lunch we
hugged and agreed to lunch again soon.
Here’s
what I propose. What if beautiful old
broads from all around the world sat down to lunch together. Picture it.
We’d have tea, iced or hot or sweet or green, whatever. Then we’d get serious. You know…we’d admire each other earrings, ask
who cuts your hair? And maybe discuss
the best place in town for take-out.
From that we’d move on to more serious topics…a shoe sale at Nordstroms
for instance. Finally after settling
like a clutch of cats, we’d slowly work our way into world peace and the
financial markets and health care and my favorite—why here in the United States
we don’t vote on Sunday…at the mall. It
would be so much easier. Whatever the
topic, we’d be courteous. We’d listen. Would
we solve any problems? Maybe.
Just
think if our governments around the world could have lunch together and listen
to each other like beautiful old broads do. Anyone for lunch?
“The mature person is one who is in
that stage of life where she may not see eye to
eye with another, but she can still walk are in arm.”
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