We had a wonderful time in Maine. I'll post a pic or two once I get them downloaded. Acadia is truly breathtaking. There are so many beautiful trails to hike and bike, beautiful mountaintop sunsets, and stars, stars, stars. Lots of good food, too.
I started knitting a baby hat thanks to my friend Sara, and this helpful knitting site. Brian and I also got to see what it was like to be around Sara's 2-year-old, Nora, who is funny and beautiful--and quite a handful. It made us realize that parenthood is nowhere in the near future for us. Oh my god, she needed all of our attention all the time--she asked a bazillion questions and always wanted to show us everything she was doing (Watch me eat my breakfast, etc.) Very cute, but very tiring!
I missed blogging--I didn't realize how helpful it is to sit down once a day and journal in one form or another. So, I welcome myself back with a two-parted Sunday Scribblings:
I hate, hate, hate how fortune cookies now aren't so much about giving fortunes as giving advice. "Friends are the richest treasure." As if I needed a fortune cookie to explain that. I want a cookie note to tell me when I'll be rich, or when a random annoyance will befall me. Shoud I buy a lotto ticket tonight? Should I bring an umbrella tomorrow? These are the things I need a fortune cookie to tell me.
I remember taping fortunes I liked to the inside of my locker in high school. They hung next to cut outs of Luke Perry (of 90210 fame) and other things that meant so much to be then but now I can't recall. It's been that long. Ten years, exactly. In fact, my 10-year reunion is coming up. I wasn't going to be able to go because it was originally schedule for next weekend, when I have a friend's wedding. But it got postponed to November, which I'm happy about. Though Brian won't be able to come because he's going to a mystery writer's conference. (I won't claim that I inspired him to take a shot at fiction, but I'm awfully proud of him for doing so!)
I haven't been very good at keeping in touch with high school friends. Staying up in Boston (where I went to college) is part of it, but more than that is the fact that by the end of high school I didn't feel all that connected to most of the 175 people sitting on stage with me at graduation. The one friend who I truly thought would be in my life forever isn't at the moment. Part of me hopes we'll talk things out before the reunion. Another part of me knows that we're very different people than we were back then. Maybe it's better to have a more Zen outlook and let people go out of your life when they need to.
But it does make me sad to think that someone who I once considered a sister could forget about me, could write me off as someone she once shared a life with and who now only warrants a (belated) birthday card every year.