I was catching up with a former colleague today, we used to speak on a regular basis back when we worked on different parts of the same thing. "So what's new?" she said. Having surmised from the Facebook/Twitter that I no longer had a full time job (but was afraid to ask), The Boy was home sick with a cold and that I hate really disliked the Boy's English teacher.
Well what else is there really? La vie continue.
It's funny the networks and what we know about each other. I knew she'd gotten married and had recently sold their condo. Five years ago, this would have been items out of the blue. Still there is something lost in translation. As if these updates/tweets are just snippits. Like listening in on a conversation, when you missed the first five minutes. The devil and the humour is in the details and in intonation. The tweets from The Man are way funnier than anyone else's.
But we are meeting for lunch at the end of this week to truly catch up. (Heck all the good stuff you can't tweet about.) Still it's a bit odd, what we know about each other.
I was at an event last Friday, a woman stopped me.
"Were you at the social media breakfast?"
Indeed I had been. She'd recognized my hair. This happens more often than you'd think. That day and the day before it had tremendously messy. Who am I kidding 99 per cent of the time my hair errs on the side of messy. Yeah, you know Nat, she's got big red hair. I have this in common with Bozo. Many days, Bozo has more manageable locks than I do.
We swap business cards and case each other out. (For the record, if it came to hair mine was wilder.) She can follow me on Twitter, and know as much about me as all you do (btw who are you anyway?) I mean I'm ok with people being aware of the drama and the humour and good god the banality of my life. But it still freaks me out when people point it out to me.
À propos of nothing: I'm looking for presents for the French teacher. Suggestions please, I think we're getting her a gift card and The Boy will make something. If there are any in bloom that we are willing to part with, I'm may send in a few of these:
