When Geri first suggested we blog about our lives - both fact and fiction - I couldn't wait to begin. We're going to turn our stories into a New York Times bestseller for the old ladies to read on cruises...that's Geri's line. The goal is to make it happen before we're old ladies.
We're kids of the late 60's being 60. It's an interesting place to be in life. Unbelievable, because I know I still act surprisingly immature at times and wear jeans. That wonderful mother of mine always wore skirts and sweater sets.
Re-uniting with Geri on Facebook and others from that time in my life - including the nice boy I didn't marry - have made me remember things vividly. Some things best left forgotten, I'd imagine, but only time and continued blogging will tell.
Geri and I seem to be going full circle together. The adventures we had together as teenagers are as vivid as the goofy conversations we have on-line today. Our distant past is entwined and I believe we still have a good part of the circle to complete.
But there's forty years in between...two thirds of our lives where we spoke only intermittently, yet always seemed to know most of what was happening to the other. My life certainly didn't go the way I'd imagined and I know hers didn't either.
We've both had a lot of drama, tragedy and happiness. I know I have to say it in that order, for me. I won't ever speak for her. But, I'm glad we're both here today.
I think we have a story to tell. It's as simple as two pre-teens sitting with a reel-to-reel tape recorder singing "I Love How You Love Me" over and over. It's as complicated as five marriages between us...yeah, I'm the one with three.
The names will be changed to protect the guilty and the stories will contain truth, fantasy and/or a combination thereof. Only those who know me and themselves very well will know which is which.
But here's something that's very true.
I really hope Geri comes to California some day.
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