Facebooked

I have joined facebook and it is an interesting life experience. There are so many people that I've lost touch with in Seattle and within a few minutes I am back in touch with them. I like that a lot. Also, the instant reconnection with those from my high school has been a joyful surprise.

Leaving Harrisburg PA was a good thing for me. I left a year after high school and did not return until I was nearly 40. That was also a really good thing for me! Harrisburg holds a lot of painful memories but over the years I've healed and seeing old friends from school has been great. If you told me in while I was in school that one of the biggest jocks in my class would grow up to be a clown...a white-faced, rainbow-wigged clown, I would have said IMPOSSIBLE!

But life is full of servings of impossible pie.

Facebook can be a bit addictive...checking to see who is checking you out and what they are writing. It is fun! Like being at a virtual party! But like any party, there are always those people who you might not want to see or those who don't want to see you! There is a quiet humilation about Facebook that happens when you ask someone to be your friend and they ignore you. Just like a party! Good times!

What has been good about has been feeling connected. I have many soul-sisters on this planet and we are all reconnected again....well, most of us.

As I reconnect with the world, I am transported back to emotions I've felt in the past and now is a good time to heal those old wounds and to reexamine past predijuices. In high school I had so many hang-ups and insecurities...some which last until very recently! So it is good to look at them and move on!

On another note, I've added a good friend of mine's blog on here. He's just been diagnosed with leukemia and is in treatment and has a good prognosis. If you have a second to stop by his blog and give him some good vibes.

So much love,
All the way from over here...
Linda

Ice Cube

I've been house sitting on Park Slope, which is like the yuppie neighborhood of Brooklyn. My girlfriend has dashed off to the Caribbean with her devistatingly handsome boyfriend for a week of romping in warm tropical blue waters. I have the pleasure of sleeping with her three lovely kitties. Warm kittens are a treat.

Since moving to New York, I've been renting a room in a duplex with several other people. It's been a good experience for me to live strangers but there is a tiny kitchen and I don't feel comfortable cooking there, so house sitting fills that void.

What I notice that I've missed making the most is ice. I love ice. I love to make ice in different shapes or to buy party ice making every cold beverage a celebration. So even though it is freezing outside, I've been lamenting the joys of making ice.

Where I live, we have a tiny refrigerator especially for 5 people. I get a shelf and a little corner of the freezer for my food and generally it's enough to keep my full and fresh.

But now I want my own place again. One with a big freezer for my massive ice collection.

Dreams can happen...I belive...I belive in ice.

So much love,
All the way from over here...
Linda