After over a month of wondering if I’d somehow irreparably damaged my relationship with my dear friend, I finally got in touch with her this afternoon. Narelle’s down in Melbourne, so the time zone what separates us accounts for one day and five hours. As if this isn’t confusing enough, she works as a dealer at the Crown Casino where she regularly changes her work shifts. Yeah, I woke her up with my call.
To say that Narelle is someone of significance in my life is understate this relationship. It’s not just that she’s been rock-solid through some of the worst (and I do mean the worst) moments of my life. It’s not just that I admire her good nature, sarcasm and thoughtfulness. It’s something more. I guess I can best convey my feelings by saying that she’s one of the only people I can talk to about God (or the devil) without feeling a need to defend or justify my viewpoint.
Anyway, over a month ago we had a nice, long chat. During our exhaustive conversation, I plainly stated my observations regarding her ongoing determination to become a mother