December 10, 2013
Meredith is briefly home before she goes jetting off to Europe for several months’ worth of gigs. To quote our mutual friend, Lisa, what’s with these “opera singers” and their “lifestyles”? But she’s home now, so Jenny and I had a Mimi-date today. About a year ago, we decided we should have a standing Mimi-date. Something like every Wednesday at 7. And it wouldn’t really happen that often because Meredith spends more time not in Kalamazoo than in Kalamazoo. Yes, it is not Wednesday. But we needed to find a time all three of us were available.
And it was good. It’s the first time I’ve seen Meredith since Sofia died. And she said the right thing which was a simple “I don’t know what to say.” Like I’ve said before, that’s okay. I’d rather you say you don’t know what to say than to have you say the wrong thing. And we talked a little bit about it. And we talked a little about the possibility of trying again.
But for the most part, the three of us reminisced. We talked about old classmates and old teachers. We talked about passing grades and not-so-passing grades. We spent a while trying to remember who all of the guys were in our class. (Sorry, guys, for some reason we were finding it easier to remember the girls in our class!) I don’t know why. Perhaps it was the comfort in looking at KAMSC with rose-colored glasses. Except we really weren’t. We talked about how much work it was, how hard it was, and that we loved it anyway. We don’t usually spend our visits rehashing old times. But it was good. It was nice. It was comfortable.