That was no lady, that was Maggie

I have, I fear, become a lady who lunches, at least if this week is any indication.
Sunday – lunch with Mum and two Lennoxville friends in Knowlton, prior to seeing ‘Lend me a Tenor’ (featuring my high school drama teacher and attended by my grade six teacher, who remembers me after 24 years);
Monday – impromptu lunch with Dina and Naomi on Monkland;
Tuesday – the aforementioned Lennoxville ladies joined me on a bike ride along the river into Lachine, lunch on a terasse, and the return bike ride along the canal;
Today – lunch with Sophia, my bestest buddy from the engineering company days.
And I’m waiting to hear back from a couple of Vanier colleagues about lunch tomorrow or Friday.
Next week, I have no lunch plans (so far), which means that I’ll end up scarfing down crackers and peanut butter instead. So really, this whole lunch date thing is much healthier.