(This was written yesterday and transcribed today)

Wednesday, 3:05pm
Cambridge Mass, East.

Here I sit, in a windowless room, on the east side of Cambridge, writing a blog entry on paper. Yes, I have a rare minute (30 of them) of "down time", that mythical beast which fears the computer and iPod. To complete the mood, I have a non-fat-2-pump mocha and a peanut butter cookie from Starbucks (aka the Mermaid store). How have I slain the overschedule monster? Easy! I over scheduled myself. I planned for a meeting to go for 2 hours and it only went 1. This left me enough time to relax before my 3:30-5:30 meeting. Since my office is on the OTHER side of Cambridge, I am separated from my computer. Not bad.

This morning, I met Tigermama. I first met her when I was dancing* with infertility. We got pregnant the same month. Her daughter is 4 days younger than Soleil. In those 5 years, we had never physically met, something to do with west coast-east coast. She is moving to Vermont and flew into Boston. This was a great excuse to get to meet her! We met for breakfast. The girls, Soleil and M, hit it off once they were fed. I hope we can get together over the summer to play.
I am not sure, but I think the combo of meeting Tigermama and Johnny’s post got me thinking. I find it odd how I can reach out across a T1 line and feel connected to people who I may never get to meet. I have precious little telephone time, even less at corresponding, but put me in a room of interet women and I won’t stop talking.

My friend Becca (of the internet) hosted our meeting in Feb. I cannot tell you how relaxed I was at her house. How it felt like I had been the best of friends with her and all of the women at the house. I know if I lived closer, I would be going out with Becca on a regular basis. Or L. SHe’s only 6 hours away, but we have only gotten together once. I waved in her general direction once. It is amazing how we grew up about 40 miles apart. Or CL, who lives in the mid-west near a city I doubt I would ever had a work reason to visit. Or Lisa, out in AZ whom I hit it off with much better than I thought. And of course Victoria, who has lost her internet voice during the day and I miss her emails every single day.

Why can’t I find these sorts of connections with the women around me? Why?

* normally I would use struggling, but that just sounds so violent.