When #2 son got home on Wednesday, there was a note on the door.
I’m not even sure if I would have been able to discern what the heck that says had I not also received a call (that I missed) and the subsequent voicemail.
The voicemail asked where the heck I was as the two gals leaving the message were at my house and hoping to see me. Not just anyone that would normally stop by, these were my college room mates from eons ago!
I phoned them back not even considering that they were actually at my house. I just figured that they were at Deb’s residence and had decided to call and pretend they were in Evergreen. Well, the note proves me wrong. I was astounded and shocked that they would just show up when we haven’t seen each other for way too many years.
They were on their way to Breckenridge to ski and celebrate a nephew’s birthday with more family and some of their grown kids as well. They wanted me to come up and visit them up there since they had missed me at home. The suggestion that possibly they might give a little notice that they were going to visit prior to knocking on the door, seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Of course I would go up and visit.
Bec was in the shower when I got to the townhouse they had rented. I chuckled that I should go surprise her since this would go with the unannounced theme they had created. I reined in the urge and sat down to visit with Deb, and one of their other sisters who was also on the trip along with the husbands and kids.
When Bec emerged, we settled quickly into the joking, teasing and general ribbing that was the base of our existence so many years ago.
We had not met one another prior to being assigned to that second floor room in the all girls dormitory of Barrett Hall at The Ohio State University back in 1981.
We found that we had much in common and all being the youngest in our families, after seeing siblings leave the nests ahead of us, we were collectively ready to test our wings and see just how we could soar. Not knowing very many other people, it was easy to hang together and start the collection of memories.
Fraternal twins, they were like having two versions of the same friend available to hang with.
We lived together our freshman year because we had been assigned to do so and then lived together our sophomore year because we couldn’t imagine not doing so.
So many stories still stream out when we see each other. Circumstances stirring different recollections from us all.
Today, Bec admitted that as she heard my laugh while she was in the shower, she had an immediate flashback and grabbed a towel in mild panic.
It seems that hearing Deb and I in the other room had brought forward a time when it is alleged that we had at one point removed all towels, clothes, washcloths and even the rug from the bathroom while she was in the shower. Apparently it was a vivid memory that she was made to streak out of the bathroom across the small main room and into the bedroom to find some clothing – with the main door also left open and us laughing in the hallway.
I had forgotten about that one. We laughed and wove some new stories in with recollecting some other old stories.
I wouldn’t say we had lost touch over the years. We merely didn’t access the connection that we had woven so strongly all those years ago. It was such a great day today to check in on that connection and verify that it is still amazingly strong.