I hope that Book didn't hurt as it fell on your Foot.

The kind of hurt I am willing to suffer.

And I think there is more to it than just a parallell universe. You and me both have this knack of calling up long lost memories in each other.

I had a man come and fix (major overhaul, needing the removal from the hinges) my oak front door once upon a time, who was a boat builder. It was quite something to see him at work. As if he was talking to my door. Which could mean many things.

My parents heard of him via via on one of their cruises. He had stories to tell alright, having built remarkable vessles for remarkable people all around the world. He often had to frown at the amounts of money people wanted to spend. His favorite projects were the more humbler barges he restored.

He knew his woods, obiously, as boatbuilders do, too, which gave us something to discuss over coffee, which he took alongside the door, never leaving her alone.

I had a modest stick collection of all the species of tree I could find in my city, lightly sanded to bring up the grain. My way to a love of wood was Runes, which says very little, for it's the energy of the tree beings that have meaning in rune language and tree lovers are not necessarily wood lovers (often the contrary needless to say). But it felt like a good excuse to take up another interest. I don't skip about all over the place: EVERYTHING is interconnected, I keep reassuring my self. Not mad yet... no not yet.

It is a joy to read you speaking of your talents at work and the seemingly endless intersecting references that bridge two very different worlds. It makes a bridge-builder of both the diver and the knitter. And the universe needs more of them.

I have a very practical question only you can answer about my posts - because I cannot now, on my last legs go digging around to find out for myself. Did I post about the student-lawyer guy in Barcelona, whom I taught the sentence: "Fancy meeting you here" already?

This afternoon the universe became very blurred when after having been prompted to write about him, I suddenly remembered, you welcoming me back with that sentence, which had to mean one of two things;
either your memory recall is absurdly detailed, strong and ever at the ready (which I wouldn't put past you, but surely not regards a year old blog);
or - since there is no such thing as coincidence in my crafted universe - I must consider it another curious layering up.
Will stall post till I am clear on this one.