But we aren't, and we don't, and we didn't so we had to wait a decade or two before we became friends another way.
Which we did.
Carrie is an artist, children's art teacher, and photographer, among other things, but that's not how or why we met. It's not even how our friendship began.
But we did become acquainted, and become friends, and, last year—eight years after first meeting!—Carrie and I did finally enjoy playgroup together, which in our case meant we had coffee dates at Starbucks while our grown and nearly grown children went about their own business elsewhere, and Carrie nursed-mentored the baby that art had given birth to—me!
Recently, though, very few chances for playgroup. Nonetheless, plenty of chances for deepening our friendship—I go to my studio on a gray winter afternoon, make some art, and put it in an envelope to send by post to Carrie.
3x6.5", acrylic, ink, and pastels on poster paper
[not for sale]