My best friend
Ronnie and I never see each other these days
, but she is one of the greatest people there is
and not a day goes by I don't think of her, out there, on the Great Plains
, far from here.
We really aren't very alike
, she and I. She's at least ten years older than I, though she won't admit it. She has two kids, a long-ago brief marriage, a girlfriend. I have a dog. She rides a motorbike. I ride a bicycle. The internet
( its greatest achievement, in my mind ) has kept us together.
She sends me email
nearly every day, though I am a schmuck
write her back. She would like to hear from me more
, though I know she doesn't expect it.
Every time Ronnie buys a lottery ticket
, she emails me immediately, telling me exactly what fun we're going to have with all that money. There's no question of not winning. Though there are some days I get an email saying, "I guess we aren't going to Bermuda
this week, honey."
We do have plans to live together in Alaska
once we are elderly. I'll have a rowboat
, go fishing
, and chop wood
. She thinks she'll knit
( which she does now, but I don't argue ).
Ronnie loves Mondays
. I know, I know. Mondays are hell
. But I've gotten in the habit
on the worst of Monday mornings, I just call her up at work. It's like pure adrenaline
, the best. I mean, her energy
just sizzle across all those miles of copper wire
She wrote me this, just the other day:
"another funny thing, well it was funny to me and even at the time, although you might not find any humour in it at all..."
"last week i went to grab a bowl out of the draintray, and it had like dried crusty foodstuffs on it, and i am thinking to myself, bleah!... so i reach for another dish, same thing, dish after dish after dish...by now i'm a little concerned and even freaked... so i look in the cupboard and most of the dishes are fine. so i pile the dishes in the sink and run hot water over them and while the sink is filling i go find Justice and ask her about it ( since she has that duty of
keeping the kitchen clean )."
"she tells me: well... three days ago you threw away my little green scrubber, and i dont have one now... so i say: what the hell does a little green scrubber have to do with keeping the dishes clean? ... and so she says to me: mom, use your head, i use it to get off the crusty stuff! ... so i think a minute, and i'm really having a hard time making sense of it, and so i ask her: why didnt you just soak the dishes a bit and then use a washcloth? ... and so she says to me: i dont have that kind of time mom, but i used really hot water and that anti-bacterial dishsoap you bought and i'm sure i sterilized the hell out of those dishes, and so that is really clean crud and you can eat off of them dishes just like normal."
"now then, i thought that was funny at the time, i laughed til i cried, and i gave her money to drive up to the store to buy a little green scrubber and had her do all the dishes in the house as a punishment, and all the flatware, and all the glasses, even though she protested and squeaked her hands across the glass and insisted it was clean because it squeaked and that i should put more trust in anti-bacterial dishsoap and hot-water sterilization..."
Now tell me this, though we really are so far away
now, Ronnie and I, how could I not love her best