Every Christmas morning for the past 20 some odd years, I’ve called my friend Megan and we talk about our presents. Our conversations used to be about bikes, roller blades, American girl dolls, and the fact that my parents STILL wouldn’t get me a trampoline. This was the first year we didn’t have our Christmas day chat and it’s because Megan died.
Her family flew to Mexico on Christmas day. Was that joke about her death a little too morbid? I don’t think it was. Especially since Megan often insists that if she does die young, I marry her husband. I used to get uncomfortable when she would make these jokes, but now I tell her that I’m going to change her son’s name from Holt to Holten when I’m his mom. See? This is just the kind of friendship we have.
But since Megan was flying to Mexico on Christmas, we had our annual, “What’d you get for Christmas?” conversation on the twenty-third. It wasn’t a long conversation- partly because we hadn’t gotten anything yet and partly because while talking to her, I was driving and missed my freeway exit and ended up ironically much closer to Mexico than I was supposed to be.
Megan is a devoted reader of this here blog and during our conversation, she scolded me for not updating it. I told her I just hadn’t felt like writing and she replied, “Ok good. That’s much better than your lame ‘I’m too busy’ excuse.”
She can say things like this to me because we’ve been friends since before we starting shaving our legs. In fact, she was the friend who convinced me I needed to start shaving my legs. Remind me to punch her for that. And though I have indeed been busier than usual, my real reason for neglecting the blog is because I simply haven’t felt like writing. I think they call it writer’s block. But I’m not technically a “writer”, so maybe it’s just laziness. But no matter the reason, now my fingers have the itch again so here we go.
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