|with Dave and Dorian Rhodes in San Francisco|
Not all of my blogging friends live in California, by a long shot, but WestJet doesn't fly everywhere, and retired middle-class folk can't be jaunting off all over. Besides I have family in Los Angeles and I knew that even though we hadn't seen each other in years, it would be like yesterday, once we got over the mutual grey hair.
|Dave with Fran|
So this post isn't really about our trip to California. It's really about how that trip cemented for me that feeling that my friends are my friends and that my blogging/Facebook friends are my friends that I don't see enough of.
Of course, the fact that I don't see enough of my family and my local, touchable friends comes in there somewhere too. I'm so busy being lucky that I can barely see the risk in spreading myself thin. And don't make too much of the "thin" thing.