“There’s a giant millipede in your apartment. And one of the rooms is filled with water.”
Those were the first words out of Steve’s sleepy mouth this morning. “Say, what?!” He usually says whatever thing left over from his dreaming thoughts is still floating in his brain when he first wakes up. He rolled over and closed his eyes again. I thought about how every day with him is surprising and interesting and genuine. I told him that I feel very fortunate to have had such a good friend during the past tumultuous 3 years. I wonder how my grief and recovery would have been different without him. Would I still be drinking tumblers of gin after work and crying myself to sleep in an empty house? Would I be knocking on the doors of half-interested acquaintances looking for more attention, more love, more support, parading my needs pathetically about? I don’t know. I believe that I wouldn’t have tried half the things I did without Steve or gotten through the necessary bits quite so well. Steve then asked me what I thought was our best “best friends” photo. We agreed on these:
The first best friend "self-portrait" I shot of us, holding the camera at arm's length, like a teenager would do
One I took by accident while my camera dangled in my hand during a spontaneous kiss
Today, we’re heading over to Kettle Moraine State Forest where Old World Wisconsin, the living history museum, is located for our back-to-back job interviews. Ever gone job hunting with your best friend? I did once before, in college. My friend had a summer job as a camp counselor, which I thought would be perfect for me. I went up to interview there and didn’t get offered a job, but I did find a camp closer to home which hired me. I love the feeling of adventure, the unknown, the “let’s just try this; I will if you will!” daring. With a friend beside you, it’s a win-win situation no matter what happens.
So anyway, as my mother would say, “Enuff zis luff-making!” Time to shower and be off! Life is rich; friends are golden!