best friends

I am a woman of many acquaintances and very few good friends. I am content to be on the periphery, an observer- close to none.

Through the years I've observed that it is difficult to be close to people for years and years. People come and people go. Such is the ebb and flow. Even more so, it seems that with age comes a certain hesitancy- an unwillingness to open up- to let loose in the context of a good, solid friendship. Don't get me wrong, plenty of people will open up in all sorts of inapproprate ways if you let them. Like this one time...

Befriending people as a couple comes with it's own set of challenges. There must be a certain dynamic for a group of four to get along. This is rare. How many couples can consider another couple their besties? There is a certain formality that comes with couple/ couple relations. Big groups of couples and singles make it much easier to connect because there is less pressure for a couple/ individual to conform.

Besides a smattering of close friends I've collected through my years of life, and a close group of girls I meet with on a weekly basis to share creative goals with, I am pretty friendless. Oh! That sounds so bad, but it so beautifuly true.

There is one friend in particular, my best friend if I had to assign a label, that has been one of the greatest friends, and person for that matter, that I have ever met. I have not spent more than a day with her in over 5 years, but when we are together there is not a moment of explaining to do. It just works. And that is a gift I value, and will cherish forever.

AND. OMFG. she arrives in PDX in less than 24 hours.

Thought of the Day: Let the good times roll.

can you believe....

that today I sat in a class in Portland, OR with approximately 12 others at an institution that employs over 13,000 people with a person I went to high school with in Milwaukee, WI over 10 years ago? What are the odds...

And there is something to say about sitting next to a person that has known you for over 10 years of your life. He and I shared Spanish classes, friends and a past long forgotten - we know eachother well, yet are strangers all the same.

Thought of the Day: a shared history is a powerful bond

life goes on

Such is the nature of things. We can discuss and communicate all we want but life still goes on. Ineffective action is such a waste and I wish I had the awareness and guts to call it out more often.

Thought of the Day: We dance around the issues. It is hard to be candid yet gracious.

the day that felt like summer

In my mind there are only about 10-15 days per year in Portland, Oregon that feel like summer. Today was one of them, and it was fun. Despite the fact that I'm overtired and working more than usual, the blond fox and I managed to bust up the routine that makes up our life and have a little fun.

We enjoy the simple things- like a $3 salad and a $5 soup & sandwhich at happy hour, followed by an evening walk, a gaze at the sun setting at dusk on the not-so-secret NoPo bluff and a game of tether ball to round out the evening.

I'll let the reader assign labels, and make some meaning of all these words. Meanwhile, I will settle in for an evening nap with a slight breeze floating over my face that breathes the last few breaths of summer before the long, neverending season of cloudy rain settles in for her annual visit.

Thought of the Evening: Slaap lekker.

A.M. Dweller

The blond fox says I can I have a night of from blogging. I tell him I already took two nights off last week. He says I can have another night off. He seems to be a tad more bossy these days.

The lovely thing about writing right before bed, is that I am less likely to censor my words. Unfortunately, this also means my grammar is sacraficed - especially as I type one-eyed by the light of my eyePhone.

My eyes are tired as I am an early morning dweller these days. The gentle wind of summer is my lullabye and each warm day is a sweet treat to savor.

Thought of the Day: Drom Zacht