Previous generations might ask me why I’m so open to meeting new people. I haven’t moved house in nearly 26 years and I’m really happy about feeling so permanent in so many ways – not that I can ever be an American, I’m English still.
But you just never know who is round the corner to enrich your life.
The past two weeks has been a busy time of meeting up with old friends who I haven’t seen in 10 years, other friends that I haven’t seen in several years and brand new faces (all of whom are interconnected by time or previous travel adventures!). Some I hope will at least be or remain pen friends – adding to my never-ending wonderfully diverse list.
Not to mention finally writing to those who are more on the move than I ever wish to be and sent Christmas cards to me, knowing that I would still be living here! How hopeful they were!
I have been trying to get in touch with an older lady from this town who was always a wonderful spinner of historical tales and belonged to our fabulous non-traditional garden club and was a strong force in this community. Of course she doesn’t have an answering machine (!) and didn’t answer her door when I knocked.
Then out of the blue there was an article in the local newspaper about the river that runs through the middle of town and there she is quoted!! She has always been very environmentally conscious and opinionated – I loved her for both!
So came my opportunity to make contact again. Another letter got written.
Perhaps its because I’m on the verge of crossing the Atlantic again that spurs me to tie up loose ends. April will have almost come and gone by the time I return and then I’ll be caught up with other excitement – men’s barbershop harmony competition and chorus annual show (our sons), with the chance of meeting up with others I haven’t seen in a while.
So if the blog doesn’t appear for a few weeks – rest assured I shall have grist for the mill upon my return.
A 95 year old friend died last week — human contact still mattered to her.