TGIF, all you working stiffs! All you rush hour warriors, you 9 to 5ers, you multi-taskers, you jamming to get home to cook dinner before you and your kids die of hunger. I know you do it. You know I know you do it. I used to do it.
Fridays tend to be my busy days -- tasks to take care of so I free up my weekends for farmer's markets, friends who work M-F, breakfast with the Gang of Queers.
This Friday I am particularly grateful for the people in my life. A friend from junior high school contacted me out of the blue! Soon, we shall connect on the telephone. This is someone I have looked for over the years but never found. (My gawd, she has no internet trail to follow....) She will be re-connecting me with the other part of our old school pack, whom I have also wondered about (where is she? what's she doing?) My friend, L., reminded me that I used to sing the song "500 Miles" and she said I sang it better than Joan Baez. She can't believe I didn't make it big in the music biz. That is so nice to hear. I haven't thought of that song in a very long time. Now I'm humming it all morning long.
Have a lovely weekend, y'all.
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How great! One of my best friends in college used to sing this song, too.
ReplyDeleteI just heard from an old friend and former co-worker from the '80's, which makes me so happy.
I have so many Joan Baez albums. Like you I work hard on Friday. When I retired I vowed not to spend the weekend cooking and cleaning.
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