Not quite, Obi-Wan. Nothing terrible happening here. But there certainly may have been a disturbance in the Force.
Babs and Steve finally met.
In truth, we met last week briefly. But this is the first documented sighting at breakfast. Almost as if Dorothy Parker and Alexander Woolcott were dining again at the Algonquin -- simply waiting for the rest of their party to arrive.
The blog community is an interesting group. We are almost like old school chums. We know a lot of secrets about each others' lives. We know our likes. Our dislikes. Our peculiarities. What we don't have is knowing one another in person.
Of the blogs I read, I have only met three authors. But I certainly know the others from their writing.
We all experience the same anxiety, though. We really like a person on line, but we wonder if they will be the same in person.
Babs is exactly what you expect -- but more. Gracious. Funny. Laughing. And nice. Nice beyond almost anyone you could hope to meet.
We immediately started talking about our lives and the lives of fellow bloggers as if we had spent 16 school years together. We lauded some of our colleagues; laughed about others; worried about some. You cannot buy that type of comradeship.
We both had other obligations. When our hour was up, we had barely touched the surface of most topics.
I promised her that I would see her in San Miguel de Allende before I return to Oregon for my 6-month hiatus.
That is a promise I will keep. Because the Force needs to be disturbed now and then.
