Gathering rosebuds

Strange how one can be very busy and yet have nothing terribly worth recording. We had snow a week ago, which came as a bit of a shock and caused the buses to stop running completely for most of the day, which I can't remember ever having happened before, or at least not for more than an hour or two. It was most strange, since the main roads were gritted and fairly clear. We'd intended to go to the supermarket, but decided just to stay at home. The snow was completely gone by the next morning, by which time it was 13 degrees C, 55.4 F. 

I've had various social events with friends - coffee on Monday, lunch on Tuesday, family here yesterday and lunch today. All very pleasant. And Daughter 2 came for a work-related flying visit from Wednesday to Friday. And we've been for walks, such as this one, on some beautiful days. 

I meet up most Mondays with friends I used to teach with in the 80s. There are eight of us, one widowed about ten years ago and another about two years ago. Then a third lost her husband a few months ago and a fourth last Tuesday. It's all very sad and sobering. Obviously one knows one's going to die, but when death comes for contemporaries, it's a shock. I'm more and more conscious that's it's important to not to let time drift on with the intention of arranging a meet-up. Hence my trip to Glasgow today with an old friend to meet up with another - we taught together in the 1970s.

So I shall right now write a couple of emails to make some arrangements for the new year with lovely women I haven't seen for a while. Tempus fugit. But we're all fine at the moment!