Friday Thoughts

So I’ve been thinking . . . how well do I really know my friends? And how well do they know me?

So I’ve been thinking . . . how well do I really know my friends? And how well do they know me?

You know, when one day in casual conversation you find out your friend with whom you have shared EVERY single thing also, oh by the way, owns a carnival? Or, you inadvertently find out one of your best friends had her appendix removed and almost died? Or somehow you find out another friend not only speaks fluent Spanish but also knows sign language. Like really knows it. And then you think, How did I not know that?

I can recall countless times when I’ve learned secret talents and behaviors of friends who I may have known for years. I remember one time when a woman I knew, let’s call her Annie, just had a baby and several of us got together with her for an informal post-baby shower. Now, let me clarify by saying I knew Annie but I wouldn’t call us good friends exactly. We didn’t know each other that well. BUT, one of my friends who I thought I knew well was there at this get-together and when Annie opened her present from said friend, we all ooohed and ahhhed over a beautiful yellow and white intricately knitted baby blanket. “Wow, that’s gorgeous,” we all exclaimed. “Where did you get it?” My friend quietly answered, “Oh I knitted it.” What the what? I have known you for years and didn’t know you could knit.

Now you may be saying to yourself as you read this, “Well, Ela, what kind of friend are you who doesn’t know these things about her friends?” Hell, I was thinking that too. I realized that we all have talents or experiences that we take for granted because, well, we’ve always had them and maybe we don’t think of them as anything special or significant. They are. You might think your ability to do quick math is no big deal but it is. Just like I think my ability to do a Cher impression is no big deal. (Betchya didn’t know that about me, did you?)

And another thing (or two or five) . . .

I’ve been reading . . . The Dogs of Babel by Carolyn Parkhurst. Already finished, and I really liked it. A poetically lovely book but not so much because of the words on the page but in the feelings felt.

On the surface, it’s about a man whose wife dies and the only witness is the dog. The grieving husband tries to teach the dog to talk so he can find out was it a really an accident or did she commit suicide. And if you are looking for a mystery book, this isn’t it. This is a book about grief and grieving and how it affects a person—and a dog. While the husband and wife characters are maybe not particularly likable, the dog is. And I would say the main character is grief, something we can all relate to.

I’ve been watching . . . not a damn thing. I need suggestions!

I’ve been listening to . . . Leon Bridges. Great soulful voice, classic yet modern music. Not sure why but listening to his songs make me think of dancing on a summer night. “Smooth Sailin’,” “Flowers,” “Twistin’ and Groovin’,” and “River” are some of my favs on his Coming Home album. In a way, his songs have a 50s style to them but yet don’t feel dated or

Have a wonderful weekend!

 

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