Old Friends

So many old friends!

Through the latest and greatest social networking sites I have encountered a lot of old friends. Old loves - old crushes - old buddies - old soul mates.

I almost can't believe how some of them have found me and I them. There are the stories of warning: I reconnected with one old love, only to disconnect a few weeks later. But, truthfully, it was an intense (and lovely) few weeks of reconnection.

I've reconnected with old friends - old crushes - some of whom don't look anything like I remember. Some of whom are sick. Some of whom are grouchy. Some of whom have welcomed me home with open arms.

Old best friends from college - dear ones I thought I would never lose - but those I had lost - are now found and celebrated.

Best friends I have lost and found number of times are still around and willing to engage in newness.

And it seems that more and more I can guess that if I search for an old friend, and they are not there yet, they will be within a week or so. I just "added" a friend of mine from camps/high school/college and I loved just seeing a picture of him with his baby!

And best friends I have always been with, always loved - those who have stuck with me through all of this - they're on there too and even with them, I know more about what happens with their day to day than when we only had the phone.

I guess I'm just being thoughtful - seeing F on here really made me smile. As do all my old friends. As do you.

Snow

It snowed last night. Finally! Living in Colorado, waiting for snow is like trying to scratch an itch you can't reach or control. We wait and wait. And it itches and itches. And I'm not a skiier or boarder - I just know that snow means winter. And winter is a big part of life in colorado. Every day past Halloween that it doesn't snow, folks here get a little anxious. It's like we know it's coming so come on already! And here it is.

Of course, a little snow in November doesn't mean the end of 60 degree days. Heck, a little snow in January doesn't mean that either. Yesterday it was 63 and I wore a long sleve shirt. Today, 32 and a coat. God, I love Colorado.

I downloaded some good ol' Brewer and Shilpey on my Zune last night. I heard them long ago in Kansas City at an outdoor concert. I didn't see them because we were listening over a wall. But I still remember hearing their music and falling in love. You've got to love a duo that come up with the line "one toke over the line, sweet Jesus." I mean, many of their songs are spiritual with a good dose of pot. Love it! It amazes me that I can carry around this tiny music maker (my Zune) with music that 10 years ago I could only hear on an album. A record. Remember those?

For a sweet while, my dear friend Lanie and I scoured vintage stores for records - old folkies like B&S, Melanie, JT, Carole King...I loved the hunt and I loved the reward. Beautiful music I listened to on my little turn table which reminded me of my Hippie self.

I miss her, sometimes, that old hippie me.