The Long-Lost Roommate:
I was standing in line at the coffee shop, part of my daily ritual. Can’t get through a day without my London Fog. A woman walked in, trailed by 3 loud toddlers. I did a double take – Candace? No, it couldn’t be. She looked at me and all at once we recognized each other. After the hellos and hugs and omigosh it’s been too long, we quickly moved to a table to catch up, Saturday plans forgotten. The toddlers were hers, much to my surprise. In University Candace was going to run in municipal politics as soon as humanly possible and become leader of the Liberal party within 10 years of graduating. But meeting Ben changed all those plans and a wedding and triplets soon followed. And as for me, she was just as surprised at my lifepath; graduate school followed by an internship at The Tate in London, and now Curator of Special Collections for our city’s largest museum. As we talked I got the distinct feeling we were gazing at everything we’d ever wanted, in reverse. Choices and destiny and fate – you never know how a life will turn out. As I looked at the three mini-Candaces I was overwhelmed with a heady mix of joy for my friend but sadness for me. We parted much too soon, with promises of getting together that would probably never happen. And I slipped back into my solitary Saturday routine, with a fresh London Fog to sustain me.
Next topic: What a character holding a blue object is thinking right now. Look for it on April 4.
I thought this was a beautiful image of a notebook: beautiful writing, great illustration, striking colour. Simple. Love it. I can’t reproduce it here but just click on the link.
Do you have a favorite image of a notebook? Maybe one of your own, or one you’ve seen online that you aspire to?
Out of all the journals I’ve posted pictures of, from my collection, this is my favorite:
This was from my post of Sept 2/12, Kinglet Journal. Maybe it’s because I’ve had the notebook for so long, or it’s filled with great stuff, or because I love the artist and have other paintings of her work. To me it’s achingly beautiful and I love it.
We are so many selves…the person we were last year, wanted to be yesterday, tried to become in one job or in one winter, in one love affair or in one house where even now, we can close our eyes and smell the rooms.
– Gloria Steinem
Had to share this – great list! How many have you read? I’ve read 19 out of 50 but most of these are on my list!
Let’s face it: I’m a bookworm. Some people might think that spending hours mulling over an old paperback edition of a Russian novel will help you with nothing. But there are many reasons why you should stop everything you’re doing right now and head to that odd-smelling used bookstore around the bend. Us bookworms know more than you think.
1. We know how to move on
3. We know how to make the worst possible things sound pretty
4. We know how to Dress for the occasion
5. We know how to question authority…
6 …Even when everything seems perfect
7. Those who others ignore
8. The oppressed
9. The Lost
10. The Blind
11. the Faithful
12. The Non-faithful
13. The Drunk
14. The Addicted
15. The Good
16. The Bad
17. …And the Ugly
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Something you had that was stolen:
I was working in Virginia in 1999. At the end of a long day I returned to my hotel room to find the door ajar. I said “Hello?” as my apprehension grew. As it was a small room I quickly and thankfully realized I was alone. The room seemed much the same as it was every other day after the maids had been. None of my personal items seemed disturbed.
I let hotel reception know and they were suitably and predictably concerned. They explained the maids must have left the door open and they gave me an apology and one night off of my bill. I was satisfied that the incident could be explained by a forgetful maid.
It wasn’t until 3 days later, when I was getting dressed for a work function, that I realized my mother’s wedding ring was missing. I tore the room apart. I spoke to the maids, reception, and the General Manager. Nothing was ever found. It was a very simple ring of white and yellow gold; nothing that would tempt a thief, in my opinion. It was probably knocked off the vanity while cleaning and then sucked up in a vacuum. But it was precious to me and I mourn its loss still.
Next topic: The long-lost roommate. Look for it on Mar 28.