Saturday, August 20, 2005

I'll be your huckleberry.

What a fun, fun day!

I drove up to Bloomington to meet her, him, and him, for lunch and we had a GREAT time! She had chosen to meet at a local restaurant landmark; I hadn't been to this place for . . . . well, a really long time.

Once inside, the years peeled back. The only noticeable difference between this pub NOW and this pub THEN was that NOW, the tv's are bigger. Oh, and the servers were a lot younger than they used to be.

And no, Belle dear, we did not hear the sounds of little lambs begging for their lives, back in the kitchens. Not this time.

How funny that to my family, a superb western movie always conjures up memories of an equally superb Greek restaurant. In this house, we can't talk about one without talking about the other. It just doesn't happen. They go together. And the conversation will include vivid sound effects.

Greek restaurants and Doc Holliday. Yes, they go together. You're a daisy if you do.

But today, the focus was on four people who had never heard of each other a year ago, and who now live in the same neighborhood, and know all about each other, and like each other a lot.

Some of us had never SEEN one another till recently (today, for example!) but we knew all about each other nonetheless. And the neighborhood in which we all live is FULL of lovely people who are all interested in each other as well, and who know, in some ways, as much if not more about each other than if the geographical distances did not exist.

The blogosphere is an awesome phenomenon. Next door is the same as the other side of the planet. All spatials have disappeared. People meet, and become friends, and those friendships are not any less real just because the friends have never actually met in person. And when blog-friends do meet, it's EXTRA wonderful. This coming Labor Day Weekend comes to mind. . . .Oh, you'll all die of sheer envy when you find out who I'm going to visit. . . . .

Isn't it long past time for a big gathering? I think so, too.

And yes, I'll be your huckleberry.