My Heart is Blue

My Heart is Blue
Originally uploaded by my.third.eye

It's the tree talking, not me (view it large). I'm feeling perfectly unblue. In fact, I'm smiling because I just found my best friend from sixth grade after googling her (something I've done before but never turned anything up). She's alive and well and living in Missouri...working as an oncology nurse and environmental activist. I'm hoping to chat with her on the phone soon. Last contact I had with her was back when I was in my twenties; she was living on a radical hippie commune and I was...floundering in Frisco (selling sandwiches out of a picnic basket for the Portable Picnic Company. . . or was I selling tacky metal etchings door to door on Valencia Street? Hard to recall.

Or was I working as a record store clerk in the financial district at the now defunct Odyssey Records? Or was I working as a receptionist at the Institute of Humanistic Psychology (now known as Saybrook Institute)? Or was I selling subscriptions to the SF Bay Guardian? I'm pretty sure I hadn't yet progressed to being a single welfare mother, so my friend doesn't know I'm a mom. I wonder if she is. So much to find out.

But first...Olivia and I are off to Potrero Hill to post Writing Salon flyers.

Comments

[msmush]

I enjoy hearing about your colorful past. What fun to catch up with your old friend and now we all will get to know her too! Lovely photos...

[harlan lewps]

I would have liked to call you on the phone when you were the receptionist at the Institute of Humanistic Psychology. "Hello?" "Well, now, that depends."