After supper, Toby asked what I wanted to do that evening. I said, "I have to watch hockey so that I can tell Buck that I did it." And so, we watched the Stanley Cup final game from beginning to end. I have to admit it was intense, and I really enjoyed the game. Although I have not seen a lot of hockey (being a Texas girl), I have never seen two teams play harder than last night’s game. There was no reading a book or playing crossword puzzles while the game was going on. If you looked away for just a second, you missed lots of action. Yeah, I could get into that sort of thing. Thanks Buck, for a great night of entertainment.
I am a little worried that I am beginning to speak and think of my favorite bloggers as people I know well. I find myself quoting someone or repeating their opinion as if I speak with them personally. I have to go to certain blogs and check on everyone daily. It reminds me of when I read Tommy Frank’s book, "American Soldier". After finishing the book, I felt like I knew the man fairly well (isn’t that part of the purpose of writing the book?). A few weeks later I saw where he was going to be in Lawton for a book signing at WalMart. I had to go. I had to meet Mr. Franks in person. I stood in line for over an hour. When I finally got up to where he and his wife were signing books, I realized that everything I had thought of to say sounded just stupid. Of course, we were being rushed at that point, and maybe I was a little awe struck, but mostly I realized that although I knew him well, he did not know me at all. It makes for a one-sided friendship, which is no real friendship at all.
As for my favorite blogs, I do realize that as I read them and comment, they read my blog (some of them anyway) and comment and we have a fairly good friendship. Yet, it is a whole new level of friends. Net-friends. I like it. But I do have to remind myself that not everyone cares to be net-friends. Just because I read their blogs, does not mean I really know them or that they want to know me. And there are those things that I withhold from writing so that I do not "freak people out" or lose friends. Maybe that is the way of all friendships.