In my efforts to get my friends to procrastinate in the same ways I do, I have sucked yet another person into blogging: Kindergarten Friend. I've written about her before on my blog – we've been friends since we met in kindergarten over forty years ago. Since we've both chosen to stay in Snowstorm Region, we still get to see each other in person. She is one of the few people I know in real life who reads my blog: she has been known to leave comments saying things like, "Yep, it's all true. Jo(e) really is crazy." And of course, she is the friend who went to Club Libby Lu as a spy, which makes her responsible for about half of all the hate mail I get.
It's fun that now when we talk on the phone we can talk about blogging. Here, for example, is a bit of our conversation from the last time we talked.
Me: Hey, now that you blog, you can be the person who tells all my blogging friends if I'm dead.
Me: Well, it seems to happen all the time.
Me: Bloggers stop blogging, just disappear, and you never know what happened to them.
KF: Oh, so you assume that they got hit by a truck or something.
Me: If I get hit by a truck and killed instantly, I want my blogging friends to know.
KF: Well, if that happens, I can write something for your blog.
KF: I'd be happy to.
KF: I mean, after I stop crying and all that.
Me: Oh, yeah, you can have a day or two to grieve.
Me: I'll give you my password now just in case.
KF: Okay, let me grab a pen.
Me: Oh, you won't have to write it down.
I rattled off a bunch of numbers. She laughed.
What might be random numbers to anyone else are not at all random to two people with a shared history.
KF: I think I can remember that.
Me: And my username is "writingasjoe."
KF: Got it.
Me: I am sure my readers will be happy to know we have a plan in place.