Thursday, May 8, 2008

Welcome!

Since we've been kiddos, Steve and I have always had a lot in common: same house, same parents, a love of Disney, same piano teachers, a tendency to squabble, and a devotion to the written word. As concerns the last in the list, we've always been very comfortable with one another. But we've run into a problem. Distance. That one tiny problem created more and more problems until we found ourselves glaring at a gosh darn conglomerate of issues! We found pacification of sorts in our phone calls and e mails, but we found the problem itself, well, unsolvable. While we can e mail and call all we like, the problem is like a cancer that grows and grows until the relationship just can't take it anymore. What's to be done when life gets in the way? When there's no time for a phone call and no way to put all of our literary discussions into words in an e mail because we get distracted with little formalities ("How are you?" "You'll never guess what the lady at the post office said today"...and the like)? Our little literary chats became rare, and then almost suddenly they were practically gone. Enter Blogger. No matter where we are, we are here. We have our outlet. Here's our link to span the miles. Did you read something great today? Did you read something drab? Have you read...? and so it goes. We're back online. We're tearin' it up. We're reading and chatting like old times. Minus the squabbles. That is, until he brings up how hideous my vintage country french decorative wall hanging is.
~Alicia

3 comments:

Steve said...

I took the liberty of correcting some of our post. "a love a Disney" sounds right, but then so does "a bunch a taters".

Steve said...

Do you remember when we sang and danced along with the "Let's Get Together" song from the parent trap in the living room with the broom as a guitar and an air piano?
"vintage country french decorative wall hanging"? Old, maybe. Molded pink plastic doesn't improve by aging.

Alicia said...

I noticed that mistake, and I was hoping to fix it before you noticed. You're on the ball, and I don't like it ("take it back; I don't want it"). Anyway, you saved me the trouble. Something I remembered today out of the blue: you dedicating a song to me on 29.9because you knew I listened to the dedication show every night. "Grandpa, Tell Me 'Bout the Good Old Days".