Tuesday Night Musing Club

Everyone should have one of these friendships.  It's one of those friendships that lasts and lasts but requires no maintenance, bears no expectations, and demands no more than any one party can give to it. But it there are unspoken rules to the union, primary among them being that a friend in need is a friend indeed. It is (sigh... young people please brace for this) comfortable.

Kim is my best friend and co-conspirator from my university days, and nearly three decades later we find ourselves living only a few blocks apart but somehow struggling to find the time to get together.  I think we both knew it was time to make time. For about a month now we've been setting aside one evening a week to work on our blogs. 

Our first blog night was a resounding success.  We drank a few tumblers of wine and spent most of the evening trying to remember what the password was for wireless access.  As the Mensa Society satellite group applied astute thinking to crack the code, it simultaneously entertained itself by retelling tales of typewriter corrector ribbon horrors and promised that it would never cuss out security surrounding Internet privacy. Luddites of the world, UNITE! Not a bad way to pass an evening, really...

Fast forward a month and here we are.  The evening started with a bit of story telling, which suits me just fine.  The art of story telling is lost on many, but not me.  I love hearing a good yarn as much as I love telling one, but tonight the floor was Kim's.  Her son came home from daycare with a new haircut, which he administered to himself.  Naturally the laughter had to be supported with pictures (good work, kiddo - that's one heck of a follicular mess) and a bit more laughing.  We then settled into our weekly purpose, but things are a bit more polished now that we're old hands at this.  Auto connection to the wireless source is certainly very helpful. The tumbler of wine has reappeared (this time paired wonderfully with pallet cleansing Mini Oreos), and in the background, Jimmy Fallon is interviewing January Jones on the subtleties of choosing pink highlights for blond hair.   Otherwise, all one can hear is fingers tapping on keyboards.

This gem of a picture is me and Kim in our dorm kitchen at Neill-Wycik in February of 1986 - first year university. We made banana bread and this my friends, was some kind of noteworthy accomplishment if you read the picture correctly.  I'm impressed we had all the ingredients (and a bread pan) to be honest with you.  Anyway, for those doing quick math, that was before either of us could afford to have our hair coloured, so thank goodness the blue eyeshadow is so distracting.  The 80's were unkind in a lot of ways, but they sure did spawn a few pretty great friendships.