The internet is a funny thing.
You can sell something to someone two houses down on CraigsList or you can make a connection with someone clear across the globe. The fact that Barb and her whole crew just blew through these parts a few weeks back would have been impossible without the internet. She lives in a little town in Australia. We live in a little town in the States. Barring some exceptional travel plans and a strange twist of fate, we never would have connected.
But we did. And after a flurry of emails, our house was suddenly full of boisterous Australians, and we really did adore them. The kids got along famously, and I’m contemplating if you can adopt a godmother, because I think I would like Debbie to be mine. And then everyone got sick and they boarded a plane to the next destination.
And now? They’re on the other side of the world, of which we are reminded when we stumble across the leftover props like this yellow chair.
Which a bit inconvenient in my book, because I think Barb is someone with whom I’d love to have a regular w(h)ine date.
Sigh.
