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Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Trouble With Blanche Fleckenstein

I have been friends with Blanche Fleckenstein since the 6th grade. I think we met on my first day at County Christian school, where I was starting mid-year. I think she noticed me because I arrived on the back of my uncle's motorcycle wearing hand-me-down yellow toughskin floods, my big, poofy, navy down jacket and waffle stompers. My hair was sticking out a good foot from my head from the motorcycle ride - so I guess you can say I was hard to miss.

I was on the look-out for the "other" Catholic my mom had told me went to this school. I hadn't realized that this was going to be an issue until my mom said that - but I was horrified at the thought of being different than the rest of the kids and thus became slightly obsessed with finding the other kid who was like me. Luckily for me, she turned out to be the coolest kid in my class. Plus she had horses. The year was 1977.

Fast forward to 2009. I would like to drop kick Blanche from here to Texas. Yes, we are still friends, and I still think she's the coolest kid in the class - not that we haven't had our ups and downs - but with all her (many, many, many :-P ) faults, life is just better having her as a friend. (Even though she no longer has horses...)

Here's the thing. Blanche started following politics a few years back (total surprise to me) and has developed a habit of forwarding me emails - several a day- which discuss the various topics she is interested in. It is not that I mind this, I am generally interested in the things she sends me, because after all, they will affect me and my family too, and I usually find the time to read and comment on the items she sends. Sometimes because I am interested and have an opinion, sometimes just because I know it is important to her, and she is my friend.

So you think that the one time that I ask her to listen to something that I think is important, she would do it - if not out of interest, well, because I am her friend. Well you would be wrong. I have begged, pleaded, cajoled her to listen to the 4th Turning - all to no avail. I even ripped my copy and put it up for her to download and the twit says "wankity, wankity can't get it to play on my computer" (Her husband is a full-on Techy who could have it blasting over the local PA system in about 5 minutes - if she wanted it.)

"Blanche, you have to listen to this - it's important!" I say,
"These guys are not quacks", I say,
"This is based on research - and if they turn out to be right, we could be in big trouble", I say

"I'll listen to it" she says in that half-annoyed, wishy-washy tone of hers that means it'll happen 5 minutes to never.


And so I am having a real female moment sitting here thinking that if she really cared about me as a friend she would listen to this one blankity blank thing - if not for her benefit, then for mine.

And I am not talking to her until she does. So there.

RH

An if that doesn't work, I am going to start going through my photo albums. You sure acquire a lot of pictures of a person over the years, yes sirree.

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