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Tonight was really lovely. I have a group of women friends who've been meeting as a group regularly for at least 20 years, and also individually, and some of us much earlier than that. Tonight they were at my house for supper. We've seen each other through deaths and births, marriages and divorces. Right now is a good time--peoples' children are having weddings, babies, jobs, whatever. All of us I think feel a sense of the job being done, in a way, and ourselves set free. I'm the only one who has retired, but neither the oldest nor the youngest (ages span at least 20 years).

Tonight the conversation turned to abortion (which several of use have had, though not me--but I've had a miscarriage, which is similar and different in big ways) and how the world will change if Roe v Wade is overturned. Some of us were "footsoldiers in the sexual revolution" but others were married as virgins. Some had had abortions, others not. One remembered her Catholic mother telling her she could not come home pregnant, and I remember my mother's kindness to a possibly pregnant 15-year old me (she handled it better than I would now, and think of her generation).

Food was wonderful, and flowers--white camellias, yellow forsythia, the last daffodils in vases. Good wine, good times. Friends are the icing on the cake of life.

AND they liked my pink wall: