For the first time in about a year, I had dinner with my friend, Marisol. I thought she was an ex-friend until this exact week, because ever since we moved to Mt. Kisco, she has literally dropped off the face of this earth.
Every time I call her or email her, I get these excuses, like:
"I had to oversee the TimeWarner merger and flew to Dulles, here is the Associated Press article telling you all about it."
"My father had stents put into his heart, so I had to go to California for two weeks."
"The car got crushed by a garbage truck, so I'm having it fixed."
"My nephew had knee surgery and I have to go take care of him."
Forwarding me an article from the Associated Press? I mean, come on. Why don't you just tell me you don't want to be friends anymore?
Anyway, she finally did call me, and we had a really nice dinner. Halfway through the meal, I tell her that I've made a concerted effort to enjoy my time in Northern Westchester, and will no longer complain about the fact that it is not Park Slope, Brooklyn.
"After all," I said. "I want to enjoy the time we're living there, and really explore the positive things."
"That's good," she said. "It's like a blog, 'My Year in Mount Kisco.'"
For a second I almost stopped breathing, because I haven't told her about my blog - in fact, I've only told one friend and my sister about it. I guess I want to see if I can actually keep this up. I don't want to tell someone about my blog and it's only three entries long. That's happened with some of my other friends, and it's difficult to take them seriously after that.
I checked myself and tried to remember if I actually did have a conversation about this blog, but I know I hadn't. So my conclusion?
This must be a great blog idea!
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