This is incredible. It’s like finding a friend on fast-forward, though we’ve been emailing for months. And the extent of the connection!
She understands even when I don’t say it well. She thinks my weird old house is cool, she thinks I and my writing are incredible, Hope adores her, she makes me laugh till I snort, I make her laugh till she’s gasping for air…
Bly gave me a dictionary for my birthday. The Concise Oxford English Dictionary. Excuse me as I drop into fangirl jargon–SQUEEEE!!!!
I had my computer playing my “work” music, as I have decluttered to the point of not having a radio. Lately I’ve been discovering stuff like Linkin Park and Staind, and she has sent me Death Cab for Cutie songs, and Imogen Heap and a few others. Everything she’s sent me I’ve loved, and I had those on the playlist. I also have a bunch of other stuff. There wasn’t a song she didn’t know, not a single group she didn’t like. When the more unexpected ones popped up, she would look at me and grin and I knew why. What are the odds on finding another person on this planet who sees nothing wrong with listening to Linkin Park and the Bee Gees next to each other?
At 9:30 this morning (okay, got a little lost, closer to ten) I picked her up at her hotel. We went to Frank’s for breakfast, then the zoo. It was fantastic. A mom can tell when someone is just tolerating their child, and that was not the case at all. Hope (again!) behaved beautifully, but even a well-behaved Hope is an exuberant, noisy child. Didn’t bother Bly at all, they are clearly friends.
When we’d finished the zoo, we were a bit wiped out. So we stopped at a grocery store, because Bly wanted to cook for me. (as I’ve told her, “someone who wants to cook while I write? Marry me!” So now we’re engaged. 😉 She made dinner while I attempted to write, but mostly we talked. Then we had dinner and talked. Cleaned up and talked. Browsed my Weiss stuff and talked. Played a game with Hope and talked.
Are you seeing a trend here? Bly joked that when we’re eighty, maybe, a silence will fall and we’ll realize we’ve said all there is to say. But that’s okay, because after five minutes we’ll forget and start over. 😀
I gotta take her to Rodeo. I usually avoid it, but my Bly-Bly likes bishie cowboys. I gotta get her one, I’ve got to keep this incredible person close…
So yeah, look for me in the calf-roping event. I’ll be the one with her foot on the finest-looking hogtied cowboy you ever saw, and he’d damn well better be good to her.