I oughta call people more often, or email them, at least. Used to be, when I lived in town, that my social life just sorta took care of itself.
I’d sit down for a coffee and text a friend, while I waited for them to arrive another buddy’d arrive. By the time friend-one got there we’d be ready for waffles. When the waffles were done someone new walked through the door.
And so on.
Nowadays I never leave the homestead, so I’ve got to let my fingers do the walking, as the saying goes.
That man to the left’s one of them I should call. I’ve known him since I was seventeen. He knew me before I ever had a girlfriend, really. Before I knew a damned thing.
I’d sit down for a coffee and text a friend, while I waited for them to arrive another buddy’d arrive. By the time friend-one got there we’d be ready for waffles. When the waffles were done someone new walked through the door.
And so on.
Nowadays I never leave the homestead, so I’ve got to let my fingers do the walking, as the saying goes.
That man to the left’s one of them I should call. I’ve known him since I was seventeen. He knew me before I ever had a girlfriend, really. Before I knew a damned thing.
I wear a belt he made me every day, and most days the camera strap he made me hangs from my shoulder. I really oughta call him, I think it’d be nice for the both of us. That’s the thing about catching up with friends. It’s usually nice for both. So why’s it hard to find the time then?