I'm Glad

that being fourteen isn't being too old to start jumping and dancing, at least not in private.

My best friend here has been sick for quite some time and is only now recovering. She dropped out of school and it took us forever to find her. Now, however, we're getting together! She's been hiking with us once and over to visit twice. While it makes the pain of leaving even harder, I'm so happy for the here and now.

Anyway, today the phone rang, and I quickly stopped the music I was listening to and answered it. "Hello?" I waited for several seconds. No response. I hung up the phone and went back to what I was doing. One minute later: rrring!

I answered the phone with mild annoyance. "Hello?" No answer. I sighed. There wasn't even any background noise. I hung up, sat down, and...rrring!

"Hello?" I practically yelled, then realized, guiltily, too late, that there was sound. "Hello, can I speak to Lou?" (Lou is my mother's half-pseudonym on this blog)

"No, she's not here right now," I answered. I figured it was her student who was supposed to drop by sometime. I was about to say, "can I take a message?" when the voice grew more familiar. "Will you climb the mountain tomorrow?"

"Oh, yes," I said, suddenly realizing who it was. Sharon. I was so hoping. Now the rest of the phone problems made sense. Sharon's phone is sort of on the blink.

Of course, I may be wrong. After all, many of my mother's students, I'm ashamed to say, sound alike to me. But Sharon isn't my mother's student (although she sounds like one), and we have been good enough friends that I can distinguish her voice better. So I'm almost sure...

...ah, well. If all goes well (and for it to go well, there must be several circumstances just right, the first being that Sharon comes tomorrow), I'll see her twice before I leave...