Blogger just made me switch to the beta version. How fascist of them! I'll get over it, though. Maybe this one has some nifty new features.
So my friend, L, the woman who is getting back together with her Edinburgh boyfriend of auld lang syne, sent me her story:
Victor and I met in 1977 in a disco in Edinburgh, Scotland. I was a philosophy student at the university, from Wisconsin. Victor, from Kilmarnock in the West of Scotland, was working on an oil rig and had a cute apartment where we gave dinner parties. He was, and is, a superb cook. We had a trip to Paris after I graduated, and to London where we got matching tattoos on our feet, and a road trip to the "low Highlands." Then, I returned home to the Midwest, and went on to New York and a job at The New Yorker, and Victor began working as a photographer in Edinburgh. I always knew that Victor would do very well, and he has. On the web I saw that he'd won awards. He has two daughters, 12 and 21. He contacted me by email at the start of last year and said his 25-year marriage had (sadly) ended. And I wasn't involved with anybody. Over the course of lots of phone calls we decided he should visit me in New York. Planning that, he suggested we plan a second trip right away, for later in the summer, to France. When he got out of the cab in New York it was the first time we saw each other in nearly thirty years. We were both worried we were going to cry, but fortunately we kept our heads. Last summer was a revelation. For as long as we can we're going to try to live in both places, mine in New York and his in Edinburgh.
Last night, I dreamed there were kittens on my head. I pulled one of them off successfully, but the other was too attached to budge. D asked me how I would interpret this: are you too attached? too constricted? I have no idea. I do like cats lately, though.
And in other news, Marcia Cross (also known as Bree Hodge on Desperate Housewives) had twins in real life. She's 44. Congratulations, Marcia :)