Friend's Got Talent

As I promised in my former post, this next post would be known as Friend's Got Talent. I just want to quickly summarize (?) of my last couple of weeks:

Busy, but fun.

There! Off we go then, you and I.

I know I've written something similar before, hence to blogging about Cathrine House Tjelta some time ago, but that was more a profile blog. This right here will be more a "I Brag About My Talented Friends"-blog. (Don't worry, Cat, you WILL be mentioned on one of these ones as well. Chill.)

I would like to dedicate this post to Tone Karlsen. That is because we have a kinda long history of both joy and pain, and somewhere along the way, we sort of "lost" each other. Ever felt like that with a friend? Your ways go in separate directions, you get other friends, you go there, she or he goes there and bla bla. Stuff like that. Well. As it happens to be, I've known Tone for quite some time now. Since 2000, actually. That is quite a while, man! And during these years, I've experienced being best friends with her to not hang around at all. Some of the reasons I've mentioned. Probably all of them.

But that doesn't mean I don't care about her anymore. Because I really, really, really do. I always have. And I try to tell her that every time I meet her, but I don't know if she knows how much she really means to me. I know I've told some of her other friends, but that doesn't necessarily mean she'd know though, does it? So. That's why I just wanted to dedicate this one to her, and thank her for her heart and for teaching me how to say "I love you". And she's got talent too, you know! She knits things. Like, she makes clothes. Children's clothes. And plumjam. Yeah, she's a really good wife to her husband, I'm sure mine won't be that lucky! I can even overfry my boiled potatoes.

Tone's really something. She's a poet, too. She might not know it herself, but I sure do. And if she doesn't think she is one, I still think she is. If it's something I treasure, it's the written poetry that was given to me once a long time ago. And here, ladies and gentlemen, is where the piece of the puzzle kicks in, the source in the whole "Friend's Got Talent"-thingy.

...hmm.

I was supposed to share it with you guys. But now I totally changed my mind. Because you see, when someone gives you something for you to have, you and you alone, you should keep it that way. Maybe they even forgot they wrote you something in the first place, and when you say you totally love it, they laugh a little and say "okay, yeah, right, it's super old and what not", because they might've forgot how good it actually was. Or they never knew. But I hereby change my mind. I won't publish it. You can all just go to a happy place and think happy thoughts. That's what this poem did to me. So when you say A, you don't necessarily have to say B. You can just let it be. And go straight to the C, which rhymes with the D and the E as well. And there you go, you have poem right there!

Now I'm gonna write her mail with the piece of poetry. And she better be happy about it, cause I sure am to have it. If someone treasures something I write them and tells me they treasure it, I would smile and probably get all teared up and it would make my day. So she better cry. I do that a lot.

So, Tunafish. You're really something. And I'm happy you have Tilda and Strangey. You rock more worlds than theirs. So. Thank you.