Strange Friendships
Some of y’all might have seen me post in the past about us having a DNA test done on Marcy, and that the people who adopted her sister did also and when it popped up the information for them that Marcy was Houla’s sister, there was just enough information that she tracked me down on Instagram (on my account under my legal name) mostly through tags. She sent me a DM, “you might think I’m crazy but I think our dogs are sisters.” They had adopted Houla through an organization that sends dogs to other areas and she ended up in Washington State.
Fast forward a few years and this morning I’m crying on her shoulder via Instagram DMs, just like I’ve been crying on a few of y’all’s over here.
With my MIL being homebound at the moment, I’m pretty much homebound too. I haven’t even been able to get outside long enough to check my persimmon tree. I need to though, because I want to try a Japanese method I saw for drying them—I certainly don’t have the large chunks of time to myself to process them my usual way.
All that to say I’m so grateful for social media. I know that there are a lot of negative aspects, some of which I felt myself a month or two back—but mostly it’s been a huge blessing.
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