Blogger meet-up

The two women in this photo are naked.

Oh, okay, not really.

Yesterday, I met Second Grade Teacher for the very first time, and I had fully intended to talk her into a nude photo. But we met on the shore of Polluted Sacred Lake, where a gale force wind was churning the grey water into white caps and geese were gathering in groups to fly south. As you can see from the photo (or perhaps not, such is the nature of shadow photograph), it was a day for bulky winter clothing.

The sun was shining, despite the cold, and we walked along the pathway, talking the whole time, with the honking of geese a backdrop to our conversation. It always takes me a while to get used to the weird disconnect of meeting a blogger. We'd start telling each other bits about our lives – and we'd keep interrupting, "Oh, yeah, I think I read that on your blog."

It was fun, of course, to talk about other bloggers we've met, hear the stories behind some of our own blog posts, and talk about other blogs we've read. We re-hashed some of the latest happenings in the blogosphere like old friends talking about a novel they've both read. We connected, of course, over parenting issues, both of us acknowledging how hard it is to let our kids go as they grow up.

After the walk in the wind, we were both grateful to slip into a booth in an Indian Restaurant, where we ate a delicious meal, sharing food and talking. After lunch, we parted reluctantly, each heading back to our busy lives: she was driving to a wedding shower, and I was going home to a house full of children.