I suppose you’ve heard the rumors.
That I’ve been living a double life.
On the one hand Kathy sits here in the woods practicing Presence and meditating and watching the snow melt during our latest warm spell.
On the other hand Kathy is–are you ready for this?–in Nova Scotia.
I kid you not. (Read on. You can determine for yourself how much of this is “real” and how much is blogging tomfoolery.)
On November 13th, just as your blogger prepared to take a blogging break, one of her blogging friends sent an email. Sybil and Amy-Lynn and Lynne were preparing for a hike, exploring the woods of Nova Scotia.
Would I like to join them?
Well, you all know how blogging tomfoolery goes. I said yes. Sybil of Eastern Passage Passage then figured the distance between L’Anse, Michigan, in the Upper Peninsula and her home town. 1,627 kilometers. Just a quick 31 hour drive.
She sent explicit directions with all the right turns and left turns and added a note: Hope you don’t mind being routed through Canada. My guess is you’re gonna be late for lunch. We may go ahead without you but will save you some nibbles coz you’ll probably be tired from the drive. See u soon. Sybil
See how wild and crazy we bloggers can be?
I played along because, well, (clearing throat) I can sometimes be wild and crazy, too.
The next morning she wrote: Just wanted to let you know that though it’s to be VERY, crazy, unseasonably mild today (17 C !) that it’s dropping by at least 10 degrees tomorrow. And bring a rain coat.
These Canadians! (They think we US folks understand things like Celsius and Kilometers…)
I passed the day in the relative quiet of our Upper Peninsula woods, thinking no more about my “imaginary” hike in the Canadian woods.
Had such a wonderful time yesterday with you all.
Lynne, that was such a yummy lunch. Your soup and bread were perfect.
Thanks so much for your warm hospitality.
Sybil, thank you for picking me up (with coffee!) and driving us out to Hubley.
Kathy, so glad you could make the long trip from the UP. I don’t know
how you made it to Nova Scotia so quickly. Your presence certainly
did make the day an extra special one. You Yoopers are the best 🙂
The trail walk was so different from what I’m accustomed to in my neck
of the woods. It was great to see so many oaks,white pines, streams
and waterfalls. Sybil, please tell Trey my thumb wound is on the mend
and I’m considering carrying a big stick of my own the next time we go
on a hike together 😉
Love to all xxxooo
WHAT WAS SHE TALKING ABOUT?
Because all four of us are bloggers (I met Amy-Lynn bright & early during my year-long outdoor commitment and we enjoyed one another so much that we exchanged cards and gifties in the mail) I didn’t have to wait too long to discover more about the tomfoolery.
Click Sybil’s blog Kathy’s Day Out to read! Apparently the little blogging devils–I mean friends–created a stick-figure Kathy and fashioned a yellow head complete with hair, nose, eyes and mouth and–you’re not believing this, are you?–carried her around ALL DAY during their hike in the woods.
They even dressed her in hunter orange because it was deer hunting season. They kept her well hydrated during our hike. They talked to her, pointing out all the local flora and fauna.
Seriously, readers, this was one of the funniest blogs I ever read! Hysterical. (Probably because it was about me, or reputedly about me, anyway.) C’mon, if you haven’t clicked over to look at the pictures and read Sybil’s blog, do so now.
OK, all these weeks later, I’ve *almost* forgotten about my double life. Until Sunday. Apparently Sybil, Amy-Lynn and Lynne went out for a party and who did they bring?
Now I have pictures posted on my Facebook page titled (see below) titled –with Kathy Drue.
What a hoot!
OK, just wanted you all to know about this blogging tomfoolery (tomfoolery is my new favorite word). These three girls are a riot, are they not?
The story doesn’t end there. After Ms. Sybil posted the Facebook photos we began to message one another, quipping back and forth. When suddenly–the phone rang–and guess who it was???
Ms. Sybil! I can hardly imagine the tomfoolery she went through to find my telephone number. We enjoyed a lovely talk between Eastern Passage, Nova Scotia and Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
I’ll tell you, folks, nothing can be funnier–and stranger–than blogging at times, I swear it.