Am currently having a freaky moment now.
I just found references to a long ago teenagehood (up to early 30's) friend after googling.
Friendship included semi book-reading contest amongst ourselves. I think we each clocked in several hundred books (each over 100 pgs. long) in a few months when we were each 14 yrs. old. We also shared a love of art and poetry in our teens, however she wrote funnier, satiric stuff. We belonged in a school art club. She liked to do cartoons on the side and later did get pocket money for it for certain mini jobs. Over years, I would get hand-drawn cartoon Christmas cards.... like the 2 Marys were pregnant and hugging one another and other joyous stuff.
Fast forward abit further, after getting her PhD in English Lit, after much thought..she had 3 children. She and her hubby helped the famed Jean Vanier, a priest, who recently won the Order of Canada one of the group homes internationally under Vanier, for the mentally challenged for a few years.
And now, 30 years after teenage years, in a national newspaper, she recommends a name of a Canadian artist as one of the top Canadians of distinction. The artist is...the same one that I bought a painting, have gone to her exhibits and bought 3 of her books. My friend has no knowledge of my interest in this artist. Nor does she even know where I am living right now.
I have lost touch with this friend for the past 15 years!!!!
It feels like a good friend ..at least in spirit has not left.
The Internet does unearth things lost for awhile.




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I'm also afraid I'll find it intrusive if a bunch of people start contacting me -- and I don't have the time for more correspondents, really.
