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Rainy Day Catching Up

Winnie and I get together for major celebrations—birthdays, Christmas, and New Year.  It is hard to believe, and maybe it is pure fantasy on my part ( because she doesn’t have the recollection) that we have been friends since kindergarten.  In any case we have known each other forever, with the kind of friendship that prevails no matter what happens.

We met at the Turkish Kitchen in Berkeley for lunch.  We ordered lachmacun (ground lamb on thin bread crust) and Immam bayildi (stuffed eggplant in olive oil), both came out surprisingly authentic and delicious.  For dessert, a sugary baklava. Winnie had a bag of present for me.

“I just realized that our birth year and our age is the same this year.  (1956, age 56),”  Winnie said.

Numbers!  “Then it is probably a very good year for us,” I said.

We walked out to a heavy down pour.  The first this year.  A good omen.

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365 Friends

Today my Facebook page says I have 365 friends.  Does this mean if I call on one friend a day I won’t get to the same person until a year later? Do I personally know all these friends?

Who are my friends?  I know they don’t all reside on Facebook.  Some of them don’t even have computers.  If I really do a count, there are probably fewer than ten people who I am in constant communication with.  There may be a few more whom I think about from time to time.  But that’s it!  A face is not a friend and a friend is more than a face.

The only time you’ll know if you have a good lawyer, accountant, doctor, dentist, etc. is when you are in trouble.  The same goes with friends.  And if I look at my Facebook friends as a community of people who happens to share some connections, I am much less grumpy.

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