October 28, 2004

• Time Flies When it's Filled with Love ...

  
  

  I've told the story before, how Mary and I were best friends when we were twelve, lost touch when her family moved away, and didn't have contact for over 20 years until she hunted me down through the internet.  If I tried to tell you everything that Mary has been and done for me, she'd hunt me down again and choke me.  But, since she lives in Virginia and I'm pretty sure she'd calm down in the twelve hours it would take her to book that fligtht and get here ...   She's a wonderful friend.  She says that she isn't a maternal type person, but she pours herself out nurturing me as a person, a woman and a writer.  We've promised that when we are old we are going to be like the crazy uncles in the film Second Hand Lions ... her daughter has promised that if we do that, she's going to lock us away in the attic. 

  
  

  As soon as I had my own address here in Colorado Springs, she scheduled a visit.  I picked her up at the airport last Saturday and we've had the whole week to play and sightsee and get caught up.  She's the woman in the photo with me from the blog below.  And here she is again at the Garden of the Gods ...

  
  

  

  
  

  We've had a full week.  Drove to the top of Pike's Peak (where it is FREAKING cold).  Bought the magnet, "Real Women Don't Need Guardrails."  Of course, while the guardrails are optional, some oxygen would be nice.  Went to Denver to the coolest bookstore ever and spent about 5 hours saying, "Have you read this poet?  Oh, you have to listen to this ..."  We bought a set of magnetic poetry pieces (the cliche collection) and created some great mixed metaphors.  Better poetry through refrigeration, you know?  We walked around Old Colorado City and considered tattoos, beads, stuffed bears, and chocolate truffles.  We played Scrabble, Boggle, and Upwords ... and I only cheated a little.    Her flight out is just getting into the air as I'm starting this blog.  All the way up to Denver we giggled over the memories of things that we've laughed about this week.  Silliness unbelievable as we acted like children in a great big playground of delights. 

  
  

  I miss her already.  I said so to another friend, confessing that I couldn't believe how fast the time had gone.  And that's where I got the title to this blog.

  
  

  

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