Ever since I realized people existed behind these things called ‘blogs,’ I’ve dreamt of meeting one.
Yesterday, I finally had that privilege.
While on a whirlwind family vacation to Oregon, I thought, Hey; I know someone who lives in Oregon. Maybe -just maaaybe- she’d be willing to meet.
I’m talking about the intelligent, effervescent, engaging, classy, kind, accommodating D. Wallace Peach.
(I’m also honorably-mentioning my favorite aunt and uncle, a former neighbor, and an online friend of Kevin’s. All were treated to a ‘could we stop by?’ out of the blue. Sorry, guys.)
We barely made it work. When we came down to ‘we ought to just bag it and try for next time,’ I recalled the lessons I’ve learned from COVID-19’s quarantines and infections. Sometimes, there may not be a ‘next time.’
Thank you, Diana, for helping me seize the day. Thank you for not running in panic from my persistent attempts to connect.
I figured she must be old hat at this lunch-with-a-fan thing.
Ironically, I learned I was her first blogger meet-up as well.
Now that we’ve broken the ice, we want to know: who else? The UK group hosted an annual Blogger’s Bash; why can’t we? Diana says Colorado is lovely… What say you?
Week in review:
Wednesday, September 14: “The Meaning of Life. I Think.“
Friday, September 16: Friday Photo.
Sunday, September 18: Internet Quote.
Thursday, September 22: Today.
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