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I woke up this morning knowing that I wanted to check this site. I'm having this strange paralytic anxiety lately and you know what's crazy???? It's based in joy. I know that sounds crazy but for the first time in long time, I have so so many cool things going on in my world and I want to devote all of my time to each of those things. One of the coolest things I have going on in my life are these two women, Myriam and Linda. My friends. And as life moves at this break neck pace, we three don't see one another enough.
Becoming roommates for a year of our lives was hands down, one of the best decisions I've made for myself ever. Most people don't really think twice about roommates as the arrangement is a common practice amongst college kids and its no big deal. But for us it kinda was. Myriam had to move from the east coast, I had to get over some crazy fear about living with friends and Linda had to agree to live with us (which was crazy on her part!). And we sure as hell were no longer college kids. The point of this long winded introduction is this: When we lived together, I had the luxury of living with two of the finest people I've had the opportunity to meet. And I definitely appreciated the languid unfolding of each day but not like I appreciate it now. I look back on the year and its a strange feeling. I can describe like this: The seemingly insignificant time we spent together was the most significant and meaningful time I would ever spend. Like mornings. Not always pleasant, mornings were important time spent. In preparing for the day, knowing where and what (for the most part) your friends were up to. The possibility of seeing them around dinner time. Sunday morning with nothing much planned but sitting on the porch and then a natural festival of mimosas unfolding or any number of events that unfold just because you are there and present. These are enchanted moments usually encountered by people who have plenty of time on their hands. As we grow up, that changes. No time. This might seem sort of pessimistic but it seems to me: Less Time, Less Possibility for enchantment.

It's been four and half years since I've lived with my friends. Linda married Dave and moved to the east coast. Myriam stayed and became a celebrity in Long Beach, and I began a quiet but significant career in teaching. And so many other incredible things with my friends unfold daily but because I don't wake in same house with them any longer, I miss out on most of it.

BUT, this morning when I read Linda's post about her grandmother, I immediately set the computer aside.
I had to get to work and told myself I would find time later to respond here. Immediately, I began to get anxious. Mati woke up and my anxiety turned to unadulterated crankiness. Because it was important for me to participate in this and important for me to spend the TIME. So we worked out a little schedule for our morning where I could get this in and the other stuff too. So I asked Mati if he could read Linda's post to me Out Loud, and he did....and that's when the good stuff got processed. He read it and I cried. I cried for Linda's loss. But I also cried because it was gorgeous, the knowing that my friend asked her gramma to come visit in the dreams....that Rose got to dance on the day that she died. I met Rose once and she was damn fiesty. And I got to dance with her and that was a blessing. She made a killer pasta sauce too. That was it. I met Rose once. And she is like no other. And I bet she'll dance in Linda's dreams.

And if I had set the computer aside after the first read and went to work on my lecture of the appendicular skeleton, I would have missed out on a good cry and I wouldn't have spent the time I obviously needed to here with my dear amazing friends. Myriam and Linda.


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