If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, you know about Greta. I mean, she has her own tag and everything.
Greta is the most delightful little pixie of a friend – she loves bubbles and snowflakes and fairy tales and red lipstick and goat cheese and sand dollars and road trips and songs and cowboy boots. When I have an insignificant thought – such as, “I think ‘bureau’ is the most beautiful word” – I tell her, and she loves it, and she gets it.
It’s such a good thing to have someone who gets you.
Now, you all know that I’m a stodgy curmudgeon. Greta is very, very different from me.
I don’t really do any of these things. But still. Somehow, she gets me.
Greta spent the last 3 weeks in South Africa, and just returned to the States on Wednesday. Getting a text message from her when she landed was like getting a beer after a long hike, or a breath after a long submersion. SHE IS BACK. Finally.
I have several best friends, but Greta is the Best Friend.
If you know her, you love her. Three cheers for Greta Weisman!