This Fish needs…and I share a birthday. Until I began blogging I had only known one person, Katie Ralph, who shares my birthday. Katie was born six days after Live Aid, in 1985. Katie’s dad, James, Lucia and I had worked together; Angie his wife and Lucia had been best friends since sand box days. Then I came along.
James, Lucia and I worked in an office that took up a floor, in a large building that overlook St. Paul’s Church. We knew it for its beauty and some other things I have mentioned elsewhere, and will not repeat today. We had no idea that it would one day become a symbol of hope for the world; then it was our personal devotional center no matter what our religion.
Self: make up another 100 categories and actually put all the posts in all the pertinent ones and I can have Courting Destiny: The Index Honestly that would make me very happy. Then I would know exactly what I wrote ,and how to order Courting Destiny: the series. I want fiction indexed because if I read something about a character on page 5, and on page 222, there’s a flashback to that scene, but a discrepancy, I will not only remember it but be bothered enough to look for it. This is a strange characteristic for somebody who never filed a paper correctly in her life until plastic file envelopes came about. A plastic file for everything! And everything on computer!
Back to story please. Lucia worked across the floor from me. People kept on telling me that the two of us had much in common and I should get to know her. Lucia’s tall; her hair was long and perfect; she was lanky with legs that went on forever, and breasts that our friend Patrick said “looked up to god.” I’m shorter and curvier. Nobody ever believes it but I really am shy. People would have to come to me.
Our work room was divided into groups of fifteen with a supervisor. It was a temp job coding documents in a mega series of lawsuits. Thirteen years, two companies and many promotions later, I would leave the industry, but I had no way of knowing that it was anything more than getting paid to make new friends then. Everybody was around my age. It was college redeux, and once again I was a star.
I would walk around the room often and stop to visit groups filled with guys who thought I was hot. Even I believed it sometimes. James was a guy’ s guy. Still is actually. We both thought the other was hot.
Now that we’re family; we laugh about it. We’re not family as in blood relations, but as we’ve known each for so long, we’re never not going to know each other.
Summit Inc, our company, was a straight girl’s dream. While James was living with Angie, the seven other straight guys in his group were all very single.
I had never dated so much in my life. As in college I felt like a kid in a candy store with too vast a selection to chose from. While I have always realized how lucky I was, I never quite understood why. I was constantly telling myself to be extra careful about what I wished for.
part two: will be a story about how I became friends with Lucia.
As often as I have had times of extreme popularity, I have had times of who is this girl? Why is she so weird? Not talking about Junior High and not afraid to talk about it.
I did a special weekend post for Bring it on! It doesn’t sound like anything you would expect from me. Maybe the later part. Read it please!