I had to leave the angst for a while. It was really starting to get to me. And all that dark tee time of the soul stuff? And the buried body? Just a little bit disturbing, even for me. I don't know where this woman is dragging me, but I almost think I need a bodyguard some days... This is a little bit lighter. And it's a very definite nod to some very special women, who, for reasons of National Sanity, shall remain nameless..... (I TOLD YOU I was going to put you in a book!)
I've never been one to make friends easily. The moving around I did as a kid made it very difficult to form lasting bonds with anyone. I was always "The New Girl", until I wasn't. But by that time, my mother had usually tired of the weather, the house, the job, or the man, and it was time to move on.
I learned to love books. And movies. Even soap operas. Those people were on every single day, no matter which city I found myself in at any given time. It was easy to keep track of them, and I never had to worry about if they'd be mad because I hadn't kept in touch. Of course, that made it difficult to borrow clothes from them. They didn't usually share. But it created a really rich life for me in my head, which was where I preferred to spend most of my time as a kid anyhow.
That all worked out pretty well for me for a while, until I realized that the people in books don't answer you back when you ask a question. And they can't hold you when you cry. And they NEVER help you actually bury the body.
So I had to find some new friends.
What I found instead was a sisterhood. A group of women that loved books as much as I did. They also loved talking about books as much as me. And they loved wine. And they were intelligent. And funny. And supportive. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and far beyond any of my expectations.
And those women? Well, all I know is that when I needed help, they didn't just offer to help me bury things.
They brought their own shovels.
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Always, shovels at the ready.
And lots of ideas of how and then where to put the bothersome body.
Can't imagine life without them and you.
Shovels ready any time you need them!
Are you going to make us famous? Because after this makes the bestseller lists, everyone is going to want their own shovel. :-)
I just want it on record that (ahem!) I HAVE loaned clothes to Dee, and was quite irritated when she looked better in that cute black and white shirt than I did.
Dee and I first bonded over a book conversation. I couldn't remember the name or title of this fantastic book I read (bad habit for an author!), but it just so happened that Dee had read it, too. And it was, in fact, her favorite book! So of course we became friends!
Have shovel will travel. I can think of places to bury the body.
This was a cute passage. A little lighter than the other, yes. I wonder where she is going to take you and how you will explain the part about the body. I will stay tuned for tomorrow's episode of "Dee's Shining Light".
monsiuab-My only nonsense stuff is usually about books.
LOL when I got to the part about the shovels.
Just going on record that I'm putting your blog on my Favorites List.
What angst?
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