January 24, 2004

• Getting to Know Me

  
  

  It's Qenya, the language of the Elves written in the frame of my banner.  Now I know what the words say.  "Welcome to the Evolution of Quiltnmomi."  I had a wonderful day yesterday, it wasn't exactly as I'd planned, but it was wonderful.  The boys and I drove from Indiana to Atlanta.  I am writing this blog using a machine with a name - and if you know who "Loocious" is then you know where I am.  If you don't know who "Loocious" is, then it won't mean anything if I tell you.  How's that for cryptic? 

  
  

  On my way down through the Tennessee valley, I got a phone call.  (Have I mentioned that I LOVE it when I'm driving and my phone rings?  I'm dangerous, I answer it even if I can't pull over to talk.   )  This time it was Tina Cantrell.  I had never spoken with her before.  But I was hoping, and we've worked it out, that on my return trip, I'll be able to meet with her for at least a few moments.  She's just about at the halfway point of my drive and a good stopping place for the kids to have lunch so they'll be busy for a few minutes and I'll have the chance to meet someone who has come to mean a great deal to me.  Tina does the design for my Xanga site and has an uncanny ability to take my vague requests (can you make it look elegant and use lavender ... ) and interpret them into exactly what I had in mind even though I couldn't put it into words. 

  
  

  She is just as wonderful on the phone as she is on her site.  Real and funny.  We laughed and talked, and then after she double-checked some map information, she called back and we did it again.  I can't WAIT to meet her in person and exchange that hug we've been promising each other for months. 

  
  

  Meeting people that I've first met here at Xanga isn't like meeting strangers.  It's like the experience of the blind man when the bandages come off for the first time after the surgery that restores his sight.  The experience I've had with my other senses - mental, sometimes hearing the voice over the phone line - is expanded a hundred fold when I can see the face, return the smile.  It's a pleasure that I wish for all of you.  That you are able to close the miles and meet your Xanga neighbors in the "real" world. 

  
  

  It's been a constant source of wondering, of interesting speculation how well anyone could know me through this site.  It's only words after all.  And carefully chosen ones at that.  A narrow topic per blog.  How well COULD anyone really KNOW me from this.  A lot better than I would ever have expected when I started this journal.  People who've been reading me for any length of time respond to my blogs with advice, concern, questions that reveal that they see more than I realize I'm showing.  You know how I think, how I feel about things.  You know what makes me laugh, cry, and blush.  You know what hurts me and what exhilarates me.  You know me better than some people who've known me in the "real" world for years.  You know that I'm evolving. 

  
  

  I have some good news.  After I wrote the other day about my bitter disappointment over the mix-up with the application form for substitute teaching, I received it back in the mail.  So I've resubmitted it with the proper forms and I still have hope that will be a part-time job for me soon.  I really want that because it would have my schedule the same as my kids' so I wouldn't need to arrange day care.  You know, it was hard enough putting my babies in a SCHOOL, the thought of day care arrangements is more than I'm prepared to handle.   

  
  

  Keep me in your thoughts and prayers.  I  need my friends' support. 

  
  

   

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