I know that the majority of HSBers do not live where I live ... in fact, and I would love to be corrected, the only HSBer that lives near me is my best friend . Now, I am not complaining, no siree ... she is the greatest thing since my husband and Jesus, but it does make one wonder sometimes where all the others are. All the cool ones, anyway. Guess they have to just stay "links" for now.
Did you know that she used to live in California? That she used to be vegan? That she is smart, like me? That she has home-births? That she really is all that in the kitchen? That I love to sample her food and that it is usually too spicy for me? That her husband used to be a chiropractor and is now a cool cop? That her children call me Aunt even though we only wish we were for-real related? And we share the same birthday! And my other best lives so far away that somedays I fear I will never see her again, or drink tea with her, or meet face to face the one she is carrying, or watch our husbands play with the kids and grill steak and drink , uh, stuff, and, man, does this woman know how to bake! ( Food really is a theme with me, though I am so skinny you would think I am lying. Just ask my bests ... they'll tell you I can eat ). These women know things. These women influence me.
So, what does this have to do with anything? It doesn't ... except it is Thursday, and I made a recipe from one of these best sister's of mine, and I did the same thing last week ... and I feel pretty darn priviledged, even if they're not my real flesh and blood.
A cord of three strands is not easily broken.