Sunday, March 15, 2009
Law of Attraction?
If you want something badly enough, it'll come to you one way or another. You just need to trust the universe to provide. In my case my most favorite chocolate in the whole entire world (yes, speaking like a 10 year old) came to me by way of a Swiss lady, who joined our German group. She moved to the US a week ago, and I had, a while ago, briefly mentioned to her my love for those chocolates. Last night she came to a "party" at my house, and she brought me a little gift. I'm just beside myself, and no, I will not share this with anyone. They don't appreciate this treasure as much as I do. ;)
Another friend brought me some honey from her father, who lives close to my hometown in Germany, and he has bees. Thanks to Warren I now have a much better idea, of what goes into beekeeping, and I will quite enjoy my new, delicious honey.
Speaking of friends... remember the story I told you about taking the train to Switzerland and sleeping in an empty house with a bunch of guys? I believe it was in 1989... or maybe 1990. Not like I'm counting the years... Well, recently I "friended" one of those guys on Facebook. He and I were "trying", back then, to have a fling, but well, it didn't exactly work out for us. We were just not that into each other. And I mean that. We lay smooching in bed, next to my friend and her boyfriend who were going at it quite happily, and after a while sat up, completely frustrated, realizing that there was absolutely no attraction between the two of us. Looking back I'm laughing my ass off at this little... uh... memory. Back then I didn't laugh. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me... and worse, what was wrong with him. He was a boy after all, and boys don't care. If it's a girl a boy will like her. Right? WRONG!! Lesson learned, moving on.
This morning I had a Facebook message in my inbox. The sender? Yep, you guessed right. He is coming to Portland for a night, and is wondering if I might like to meet him for coffee. Who am I to say no to that? Of course! He then proceeded to ask, if I knew of any cheap hotels around town, because his backpacker place was all booked out already. Cheap hotel meaning, $25 to $35. I told him, the only hotel that comes to mind is Hotel Freckles in Suburbia.
Yes, indeed, dearest reader, my good old friend is coming over for a sleepover. He will sleep in my son's bed. Alone. We will talk about the past over dinner and wine. AND, he's a Swiss guy, so he will pay me in... you guessed it... chocolate.
Law of Attraction? I'll say!