"And please stop worrying about Mad Cow Disease, we're all dying. Just not yet."This is an excerpt from my horoscope this morning, I think it suits me.
See gecko-ish creature on left side of angel? Well, angel watches over me, and gecko-ish creature watches me over her. So, it seems I may be protected. Despite such good guardians (and the knives that Chris has stashed all over the house) I am going on a little safety mini-break over to live with Flor for a few days. The construction men who won't let go of my hand after they are done shaking it have figured out that Chris is away and I am a single woman, alone in the house with no neighbors anywhere nearby. They would like to climb the coconut trees and bring me coconuts, they would like to sit in my yard, they would like me to make them coffee, they would like to come inside.....etc.
Chris left a few days ago for Mexico City for two weeks. And he is adoring the place that he said he would never ever ever go to. So there. I was right. He flew there with our friend Gary to help set up a big rave in a Labyrinth on the outskirts of the City at the base of a mountain. He says it is everything he could wish for and more.
Here things are same, same, only different...as they say in Indonesia. An Armenian artist from Pazcuaro, and an old friend of Flor's is visiting and I was able to spend some time with him in the last few days. At one point he looked up at me and said, "What is your Family name?"
"Gasner," I replied, in truth.
"So, then do you know a Mary Gasner?"
"Ummm, yeah. My Aunt. My Dad's sister. My favorite Harry's Mom."
"Ahh, yes, I know her too. From University in England," he nodded at me.
No. This could not be. The world was not this shrinkingly small. But back and forth we went until it was determined to be indeed, the same person known by both parties.
They spent the year of 1976 as close friends. In the 30 plus years since they have not spoken. So The next morning I called Mary in London and told her I had a surprise guest. I passed the phone over and after 30 years and many countries, the two college friends were reunited.
Why I Can't Stop: it's a small world, after all.