Picking up Stitches

Rainy days and Monday's
get me down
or is it Sunday's?

Anyway it is a rainy day.
I'm going to play bridge
with an old friend.
An uplift for the spirit...

Nancy, Pat, Bobbie, and I
were once a band of
merry women who met
weekly to play bridge.

My children dubbed us
"the bridge ladies."

You know those women
who sit around the pool
at the country club, drink
martinis, and neglect their children.

In truth, we drank tea,
ate gingerbread, and laughed
a lot between hands of bridge.

The bridge ladies are disbanded
Two us live in Florida half year,
one lives with a daughter in New Jersey,
and one stayed home (NY).

So, today is a meeting for
old time's sake.

Picking up stitches if you will.

I can probably knit half a cuff
before it is time for lunch and bridge.