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I got a postcard from Birch today. This one was from Japan. Birch is a dear friend that spends most of his time traveling the globe and sending me goodies from all over the place. In return I give him a place to rest his head when he's in the area - thus the spare room that James has so graciously agreed to vacate in the next week or so (Read: has not indicated whether or not he has even started looking for a new roof over his head).
The great thing about having a traveling friend is that they can give you a lot of information about pretty much every place you can think of, saving you from a lot of grief should you ever decide to visit anyplace. The not so great thing is that you never see them, and I personally wish I had the temerity and the drive to do all that traveling. I do a lot of "some day"s and "maybe if"s and it all amounts to me sitting on the couch, eating ice cream from the carton and living vicariously through others. Hah. In any case, the postcard was a warm welcome from the usual bevy of bills and adverts. And since the weather has been positively dreary it was just the thing to cheer me up. Mind you he decided to show off and write half of it in kanji, promising in English he will drop by soon and translate it in person. In Birch-speak, "soon" could mean tomorrow, or three months from now. You could never really tell. Still, it made me smile. Birch is the type of person that makes you glad to know he's around. He's the quiet kid that doesn't say much. You could tell him where the Robins hide their eggs without worrying about him smashing them, and he keeps the secrets you wouldn't dare tell another soul. He can also be a big rascal though and has the type of humor that teases - if you are the sensitive type, you might not like his brand of wit at first, but eventually you grow accustomed to it. He also has this knack of throwing together some pretty terrific parties. Last year's event involved pirates. He had made patches with our names on them in jewels and had even procured a parrot for our amusement. The whole place was decked out like a ship and there was plenty of rum and ale. At midnight he pulled a string and a bunch of balloons rigged to pop when the string was pulled made a terrific noise and showered chocolate gold coins all over us. It was like New Year's Eve... for pirates! I guess the whole point of this post is to say, I miss him. [previous] / [next] Butterflies fluttered at 10/19/2004 06:32:00 PM | |
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