So a few people seem to have noticed that I’ve been MIA for a week or so. I’ve been off work, not doing a whole lot of anything and loving every minute of it. I’m sure if I really thought about it I’ve done or seen something new each day but I didn’t go out of my way to make it happen. The highlights included touching and enjoying petting a 4 meter anaconda (which is peculiar for me given that I am terrified of snakes) and seeing a dead cat frozen to the top of a canal.
Now on to today. I think everyone has one of those friends that they’ve known since they were little, had countless mischievous adventures with and then as they got older grew apart from. The great thing about those friends is that no matter how long you’ve been apart, when you do get back together you slip right back into the way things used to be and you’re 100% comfortable. I had one of those friends contact me recently based on her reading of this blog and this morning we went out for breakfast.
We met when I was 10, whatever year that was. I’m not good with maths. In the winter we would toboggan down the basement fire escape steps of our townhouse which abruptly ended with a concrete wall. One of those times my crazy carpet flew up and hit me in the forehead. I remember it hurt a lot but she said it looked ok. In the end I realized I was bleeding from the head but she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to go in the house. In high school she moved in with my parents and I for a few years. My parents were a trusting bunch and would leave us alone for about six weeks of the year while they went away on vacation. Impressively we grocery shopped, packed our lunches and attended school regularly. We/I tended to accumulate new pets while my parents were away: Calisto and Nala the cats, Princess Mocha the hamster which unbeknownst to me was pregnant at the time I bought her and then there was bunny Foo Foo. We had parties on non school nights and more than once broke some of my parent’s antiques and glued them every so carefully back together (they still don’t know). One Christmas night we locked ourselves in the bathroom and did shots of Captain Morgan’s rum using the tooth brushing rinsing cup. In 1999 we flew to Belize and stayed in the jungle for a couple of weeks and listened to more Sarah McLachlan than anyone ever should.
But no matter how close you were life happens, people move, relationships begin and friendships drift apart. That’s okay because when you do get back together conversation comes easily, you understand each other, make the other laugh and may just get a free breakfast out of it. Homefries bitches!