Remember the song, “The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round?”
That tune kept going through my mind as I traveled on a tour bus to Washington, D.C., recently.
I was going to our capital for the national convention of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Constructed of gleaming white marble, their beautiful headquarters, Constitution Hall and Memorial Hall, cover a city block.
There were about 40 women on the bus, one HODAR (Husband Of a DAR) and our bus driver, Bob. Just imagine the chatter of 40 women for nine hours. The guys were gracious and didn’t complain.
If it came down to demographics, I would imagine the results would be some of the women are very wealthy, some are just making it financially, some don’t have a care in the world, while others are laden with pain and hurt. Their words revealed who had which situation.
As I pondered these quips of conversations, I got to thinking how much we really are alike.
Two women were talking about hot flashes: “I wish they’d turn off the air conditioning. It’s too cold.” The other replied, “I’m not cold. It’s hot-flash time. Put a sweater on.”
Ever done this?: “I hope someone helps me with my luggage. I packed that suitcase until I had to sit on it to close it. I always bring too many clothes.” The other lady: “That’s okay. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.”
I know all about it. I had half a suitcase that I never wore.
Food was on many minds. “I found this recipe on the Internet that I think I’m going to use at Sherry’s wedding shower. I think I’ll adapt it, though, and add a few more fruits.” Answer: “Sherry’s getting married! I didn’t know that. Can I come? I’ll make something.”