So, did you know, I met with this woman? Her name is Shannon? She has this blog? Maybe you’ve heard of her? Hm? No? Well, head on over there right now. She needs the traffic, poor dear.
She lives in my area (insert shameful, disgraceful gloating. Nanny. Nanny. Boo. Boo.)
So yeah, we met yesterday and had lunch. We each had a little critter with us, and they scampered about while we talked about everything that we had to talk about and covered every topic thoroughly until we had nothing left to say, at which point we shrugged and said “see ya.” and parted ways.
Except not so much that last part. And that middle part.
I thought of at least ten more topics that I wanted to canvas with her as she pulled away in her car. And then, as I cruised through Petty’s Fine Foods to pick up more crumpets (oh the swooning), I thought of at least twenty more. And then on the drive home I came up with a few hundred other things that we could have hashed out over dinner, and coffee.
In other words, I think I need to get together with Shannon at least thirty-seven more times before I am conversationally satiated.
And then we can move on to casual chit chat.
But for the moment, I am so very grateful that I got to meet this kindred spirit (bosom friend, to quote a certain mutual heroine of ours) that I’m floating along on my little bubble of euphoria and thanking the Lord for putting people like her in my path through this amazing networking-writing-bonding-thinking-linking-interacting-sharing thing that we do. I had no idea, when I hopped on this little bandwagon, that it would lead to such a wealth of, well…joy, and things of that ilk.
And on that tack, can I just say that y’all…you people reading, that is, you fabulous, amazingly supportive, endlessly complimentary people, those new to this little compost-heap of thoughts as well as those who’ve been with me from the beginning, well…you’re just the best. I never know if it’s like, proper, to talk about comments, but I gotta be me. I’ll just tell you straight: I love to hear from you. Love. To. And I’m not too proud to admit it. But if my head gets any bigger, I will fear for my balance.
Not that I’m complaining.
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Loved it, my friend. 37 times sounds good to me!
