The Kindness of Strangers October 22, 2008
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One of you sent me a bootleg copy of Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story.
One of you will soon be sending me a book written by the lover of another one of you (a book I can’t easily get in the states).
One of you, upon discovering our mutual respect for turtles, sent me a jadeite one that sits by my keyboard and attempts to be my muse. It likes to be held.
One of you, on a trip, happily took on an assignment to photograph a house I lived in more than twenty years ago.
One of you sent me a short story you’d written and asked my opinion.
Because of one of you, I have read Uncle and Uncle Cleans Up. Because of another, I have read Tom’s Midnight Garden.
Several of you have influenced my Netflix decisions.
Many of you have opened my ears to music I needed to hear.
One of you, as a result of a recent post, may be sending me a copy of Eudora Welty’s Why I Live at the P.O.
All of you invite me into worlds I love to visit, again and again. Thanks for leaving the key under the mat.
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But we’re really not strangers anymore, in my mind.
Thank you for sharing peeks into your life.
I was thinking along these lines the other day…
What a great post! Every winter I receive boxes of Meyer lemons from a GardenWeb friend who grows them in California. Last year the postage came to over $25. When I think of my best friends, it’s a short list–and two of them are women I’ve never met in person. People who have never experienced the online community don’t understand this at all.
PS: Cedar Waxwing, I checked your blog this morning for the first time in a long time. Still no glimpse of you. 😦
Susan — what blog are you checking? I post at Clutch Cargo Lips now. Unfortunately I don’t know how to associate my username with my self-hosted blog.
Thanks, CW!! I was checking your old Nest.
yes indeed, strange how strangers IRL are so much more …