The past two days in a row has brought me blessings via myspace.
Monday night, the former girlfriend of my friends son contacted me. She is in LaMesilla, New Mexico, and of course I had to respond immediately she was living in the only US town to be featured in Brokeback Mountain. I was so tickled to heard from her, see her friends, some of whom I know, get caught up.
Then last night came an invite from the Farmhouse. The Farmhouse is a living breathing entity managed by an old college buddy. We used to party there in the 80s, and he still lives there, carrying on the tradition. How cool it was to see interior pictures, walls now in shades of earth tones right off HGTV. I clicked accept, and now, I guess I have but and handful of secrets left.
It feels good, but I am still adjusting.