An old friend and I had a socially-distant (ish) fully-masked catch-up in the driveway yesterday… and she gifted me this tomato plant, some cucumber, tomato and pepper seeds, and lots of greenhouse tips and tricks.
It was a great visit, and I now have hope that I may eat a home-grown tomato at some point this year.
Claudine and I go waaaayyyy back – to high school hijinks and late-night therapy on the old rotary wall phone, cord yanked taut through the crack between bathroom door and doorjamb, in a vain attempt at privacy in the early 80s.
We dressed alike-ish, stayed in as constant contact as is possible pre-internet/home computers/cellphone. Had someone tried to tell us those things would exist in our world in a few short decades, we’d have shaken our heads. No way.
We spent an inordinate amount of time on the phone, hatching devious plans to circumvent parents and rules, living for the weekend, booze and pot. Much of the school week was spent skipping school, planning to skip school, or getting caught skipping school.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” If ever a quote encapsulated the truth about the high school experience, this is it. Charles Dickens was talking about high school, and we all know it.
Of course, over the years following high school, Claudine and I lost touch. She got married, then I did, then I left town. She got divorced, then I did. She got remarried… I did not.
During none of those times were we in contact, but then Facebook happened and there she was, and there I was, and we chatted regularly and even rarely got the chance to visit face-to-face and prove that everything was just as it always was.
Some people are there forever. Thankfully.