Friday, June 18, 2010
The dynamics of hanging out with old friends is always interesting to me. The things that I want to talk about are mostly the past- things we have shared. Our common ground of the yesteryears gently skirts the subjects of our differences. The chasms that time and miles create usually depresses me.
My cousin is in a different category than old friend but our lives are not intertwined like they used to be. We have grown beyond the pond and fields that surround it. No longer children with mud stained feet diving for clams in the pond we have bills to pay on opposite ends of the country.
She is married now and at the wedding all I could do was talk about the pond. The current condition and what has changed. There are catfish in in now you know. Gross. We thought the snakes were bad but catfish?
With the final goodbyes I said it again, "did you hear about the catfish?" Afterward I felt dumb. Of course we talked about it. Why keep reaching back for the past when there is so much future to celebrate? I said it so compulsively trying to cling to what was familiar when so much had already changed with us.
"Yeah, crazy..." she said pulling me in and hugging me tight.
Oh. Right. So, bye now. Have a good life.
Ugh. On a less sentimental note. I love Portland now. My cousin is the coolest and her wedding was absolutely charming. There were quilts and rhubarb sodas! The yards of Portland were incredibly lush and wild which was awesome. I was inwardly hoping to have voodoo doughnuts while visiting- and I did! They were served at the wedding. Along with other yumminess which I ate before the appropriate time because I was starving.
This is my, sister-I-don't-care-you-are-taking-a-picture-of-me-stealing-treats-face.
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All that we ever have are memories in the end and if you don't keep creating memories with those people they eventually die. I think that is really sad.
On a lighter note, I will see you later this next week and that shall be a good time.
You never told me there were snakes in the pond.
Snakes?! How can catfish be worse than snakes?! I know what I will be having nightmares of for the next week.
(This is a good blog.)
(I can't think of a good comment to leave. I suppose I just want you to know I enjoy reading your blog.)
I think I tend to do the same thing at weddings, or family gatherings.
Elisa, I think you handle life gracefully. When thinking back on old friends or relatives, it is a hard realization that things aren't like they used to be. But, on the other hand. The next time you see Andree you can ask her "What new flavor of Voodoo donuts have you tried!?" Then you can talk about catfish.
I have been attempting to write a blog about the wedding. You beat me.
am i expected to swim with the snakes and catfish? is that going to be part of the adventure?
ps-i'm glad we're still making memories together!
I love Portland too. And it is hard to try to catch up with old friends. I am not getting married, so we still have a past to celebrate when I get back. Looking forward to it! :)
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