Common Language

A group of of us were scheduled to get together for lunch today. For most of us, it was to have been our first IRL experience. We know each other, though, through our ongoing conversations on Facebook, Twitter, reading one another’s blogs, etc.

After careful consideration of time-schedules, dietary restrictions, and other logistics, we settled on what looked to be a delicious choice.

Or so I imagine.

Because life got in the way. One of us was unable to procure child care. Another one of us had to stay longer at work. I ended up caring for Poppyseed, who was diagnosed with influenza this morning.

And so, apologies and rain checks were exchanged.

Im tirtzu ain zo agada , said one.

Parapharsing Theodor Herzl, if we will it, it is no dream.

I love sharing a common language.