friends...

i don't think i've mentioned the fact that lately i spend most of my social time with three white men over the age of 50. i can't tell you how strange that is or how indicative it is of how i am changing. these are kind men, supportive men and there is nothing untoward about my friendship with them at all. nor is there anything fatherly. mentorly, perhaps.....but these are just friends who share a love of the same thing: volleyball. i've seen them each in turn in pain and weakness and in great strength. i am not sure if they've seen me in the variety of lights that tend to strengthen a friendship but i do believe they have. anyway just was thinking about it!