2 old friends

I mentioned that I had heard from 2 old friends for my birthday. One was my college roommate from ETSU. We shared a dorm room in Whitley Hall which had a view of the prairie and rolling hills of east Texas. We also share a birth date and always assumed that that was how they matched us up to room together. We hadn't corresponded in 11 or so years. She found my phone number by searching for my name on Google. I'm glad she was able to find me, but troubled by how easy it is. Oh well, that ship has sailed.

Now to catch up. She went to pharmacy school, I went off to adventures unknown & untold. I know her daughters are big girls now, about to graduate from high school, into golf, but no idea what else. We compared stories about our mothers' strokes. What I crave is the everyday details. The little things, like what kind of car does she drive, what sort of computer? Hell what kind of cell phone does she use? Does she have a dog, a cat (oh, yes she told me, she has an elderly feline), a fish, a gerbil. Does she still hoard shoes and paint her fingernails to calm herself down?

And my other friend, a fashion designer, and I had not seen each other in much longer. Same questions for her and also, where does she shop for fabric now that so many fabric stores have closed? Zippers and buttons?

Another friend I seldom see also drove up from down near Portland, the_neecer. Known to me and my other friends as the red haired poet. We correspond by email and blog, but there is nothing like having someone sitting in your luxury box at a basketball game for several hours such that you can walk over and hug her every so often.

It's funny what you miss about your dear friends when they are gone. These little "knowledgets" must be the at the root of the profound grief we feel when they are no longer with us.

On another note, my Macbook pro freezes. A lot. It's not making me all that happy!