Old friends
I saw my dear friend Heidi last night, for the first time in quite a long time. We concluded that we’ve known each other 10 years! And although we’ve had our spats and squabbles along the way, we remain good friends. We ended up sitting at my kitchen table drinking rooibos tea, poring over my laptop. She prompted me to search for a site containing odd laws in the US. We were cracking up. I’ll post some of those entries later. We also found some great Aboriginal art, and checked out Wikipedia entries on Aboriginal mythology.
Earlier that night, John, Heidi and I went to the Fuel Cafe. While there, we discussed starting a collaborative blogging effort, in which we would tear apart the fabric of our reality with the strength of our opinions. Well, maybe we didn’t use those words, but one gets the idea.
This was a great night for me. It felt like I had friends again. I don’t really have a lot of close friendships outside of my marriage. I considered Geoff one of my closest friends, but as he seems to prefer to be absent from my life, I am going to leave him to his own devices. It’s time to rekindle old friendships and start new ones. I have hope about that being possible now. I’m beginning to have hope about life in general, and it feels really good.
I still keep thinking about our misinterpretation of the word “worry” and smiling to myself.
Also, a part of me is afraid that this was a one night rarity, and that we will end up losing track of each other for too long again. Personally, I’m against it.
Biking is fun. Good exercise too
Old friends…
I’ve gone through so many changes this past year (and what year hasn’t seen its share?). I’m sitting in a hotel room in Las Cruces checkin out R’s blog…Dude, you are so vibrant, always moving and perpetually blossoming…a living manifestation of the ever-blooming paisley flowers that have spread throughout my eyelids and lept onto the walls, entwining the universe and rode upon words down my throat and into my heart…I dream of talking with you daily and the wide-eyed exploration of our intimate emotions. Such an important time in my life, our friendship, still a grounding revelation as I try and sort out the extemeties of my recent life and try to put it into some sort of context, occasionally embarrassed for myself for how I will have to explain it to you one day……Flipped Hurroverandout
LOL. Fliphurover, you know I’ll listen with eager ears, no need to be embarrassed. I can’t wait to hear the stories. Love, Knotkwite White