Ice Cream Jazzy

In my eight years on the net I’ve cyberly met many. When I went to England in 2002; my mom, brother, and I traipsed into the Poetry Café on Drury Lane in London to have coffee and chat with Raven and with delightful wife Kathleen – a photo of the two hour coffee chat is in my gallery. One who I wanted madly to meet, will remain unmet, because we don’t talk. One who came to stay and comes back often. And a at least four who I am so wanting to met soon.

I got a rare treat on Tuesday; I got to meet an Internet friend for ice cream. Jazzy and her family were taking a whirl wind tour of the Oregon coast and came through my little burg for a bit of sand, sun, and fun before heading north.


Just after one o'clock she called me to say they’d finished lunch at Mo’s on Bay Street. I suggested BJ’s ice cream (because they are ice cream purveyor extraordinaire) and who doesn’t like ice cream. Jazzy’s family is delightful, including Peanut the dog. We met at BJ’s and I was immediately enveloped by family warmth. Her children are delightful, chatty, and completely excited about the Oregon Coast (my favorite type of people.) Jazzy is lovely, shy, and everything I expected. I hope you get to meet her too.

Now I have to say the picture does neither of us justice, but at my advanced age of menopause I finally saw what other see and I need to exercise and lose some of my granny fat. A few "Hail Mary's", maybe some prayers, and a candle or two to the cause would not go a miss.

Sith (means peace)