Good food/family sounds like fun but a fair bit of work,@Oregon101.
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The night before last, we had a party for ShawWife’s 60th birthday. We had it a ShawWife’s close friend’s house. They have done very well. Years ago they bought a private school and converted it into a house. When they bought it, it was an ugly, boxy cinderblock sculpture. With the combination of a gifted architect and a huge budget, it is a spectacular place. The first year ShawWife and I lived together (34 years ago), I was in my first year of teaching and was exhausted by mid-December and, instead of having anything planned for the night of her birthday, I asked if we could do it on the weekend. I heard a sound of a tiger who has just found prey and changed course and quickly made a reservation for dinner, but ShawWife had called this friend to complain about her stupid BF and the friend invited us to come to their home (not the fancy one of years gone by) after dinner. In the 1+ hours while we were having dinner, they made a nut cake and wrapped a cookbook as a present. From that year on, we have celebrated every birthday of each member of our collective families (and then added ShawWife’s art school roommate’s family as well). The art school roommate also volunteered to help, along with ShawD and the D of the host. I mostly did major league shopping (well I also made a huge amount very strong vinaigrette for the salad).
It was a lot of work because of the invite list. ShawWife is so warm, generous, gracious and interesting that we could have invited 150 people. I tried to keep it to the people we see socially on a semi-regular basis and that kept the invited list to 60. Only 50 could come, but then the host said, “We ought to invite X and Y who would feel hurt if we didn’t invite them.” So, we were in the mid-50s but somehow about 80 people came. We are not sure exactly who the overflow was (there were some adult kids of invitees whom we have known growing up plus ShawD invited her new roommate and a few people had significant others we didn’t actually know about).
The school had a gym on the top floor (with skylights and high ceilings). When renovating the house, the hosts kept the gym and we used it at the party for contra dancing, which is something ShawWife loved from her hippie days before I knew her. The two friends thought this was a dumb idea and tried to discourage it, but ShawWife was undeterred. Well, it turned out to be a highlight. Everyone had fun, had different partners and so made contact before the great mingling that would take place two floors below.
I gave a toast that I tried to go beyond myself in making a toast to not only be funny (I’ve become very comfortable with public speaking over the last few years) but to be really loving, complimentary and gracious in a way that would have been hard for me in the past. I think I succeeded, as several people specifically came to me and said things like what one woman said “Every woman in here is wishing her husband would say that about them and I bet a lot of the husbands are feeling a little bad or jealous at this point.”
Interestingly, we have four friends who lost husbands in the last two years, all of whom were invited. ShawD has been the most amazingly supportive of each. ShawWife connected two of them at the party. One was the architect who designed the house in which we had the party, who has always been warm and lovely. The other is an artist who is the widow of a very well-known artist who died in a year of ALS and kept painting almost to the end, using his left hand then then having a brush strapped to his body, etc. (Someone actually made a film about this). She is a lot less well-known than her husband. I have always liked this woman. She just glows from within with positivity (very similar, in fact, to ShawWife). She’s pretty but her inner glow makes her extremely attractive. I think the other women in this group may have trouble finding mates/partners for the next phase in life. She won’t. It was nice to see them both connect.
And, ShawD accepted the job in Northampton and found an apartment. She will live in it alone for 6 months and then a friend from HS (who has gotten to be a closer friend post-HS) will move in when her lease ends. She says she is going to live on what she would have made had she been a nurse (like many of her friends) and save the increment between that and her nurse practitioner’s salary. There appears to be a roughly $30K increment, so I’m connecting her with our financial planner to make a plan for both the mechanics of saving and what to invest in.
Finally, ShawSon thought he had one and possibly two more courses to obtain his Masters in Data Science. He met with the administrator yesterday, who told him he was already done. This is very helpful because he is only going to take one course next quarter as he is going to have a couple of surgeries (one minor, one major) for sleep apnea. So, he probably can take a course that preps teams for starting companies. You have to apply with your team. Venture capitalists teach the course. The idea is his. He has assembled the team. They got accepted, so he will ask if he can double his effort in the first two 2.5 months of the quarter and miss the last part of the quarter. He called last night to tell me this news, while he is writing final papers and studying for his one final.