Old friends
My birthday is coming up, and I awoke this morning with that thought niggling in the back of my mind. Wondering what I would do with the day. Knowing it would be spent here, in this town, and not where I really want to be. Or with whom I want to share the day with. My old friends live 1400 miles away and while I will see them soon enough, I would have liked it to be this weekend. Oh well.Three hours into my day, somewhere around 9:30 this morning, the mail came. A stack of it. A sexy/funny card with a Barnes and Noble gift card. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. A card and gift and a note that said "Have lunch on me!" Another card just reminding me that distance doesn't really separate friends. A fourth card with new photos of a dear friend taken for his newest TV production.
I went to the bookcase, fourth shelf from the floor, and pushed away the Get Well cards, tucking them one inside the other, tangible evidence of the people I miss so much. One by one, I stood the new cards and pictures and the shelf, handling each one with care, knowing that every time I pass through my doorway I am sharing my world with them, long distance.
I will take myself to lunch, after I've ordered that copy of Ryan's Daughter I've wanted for some time from Barnes and Noble. I will have a glass of wine and toast my friends.
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Dayna