After a year of corresponding via facebook threads while we were away at college, we, the cfriends (long story), returned home to spend the summer together. At some point early on in the summer (I fancy to think it was probably at Starbucks) the conversation came up that in the coming year I would be moving into a house on a street called Plum. the conversation went much like this:
"I'm moving into a house on Plum Street next year!"~Me
"That sounds like a book: The House on Plum Street."~Kaitlyn
"Probably because there is a book called 'The House on Mango Street.'"
"Probably. But you should write the book anyway, it would be way more entertaining."
"Ha, sure, I'll go start writing the manuscript right now. And I'll dedicate it to you. But we'll have to call it something else to avoid copy write infringement, maybe Life on Plum Street. . ."
We all then proceeded to come up with numerous chapter titles derived from random everyday conversations with one another to include in this hypothetical book; some of which include:
'A surprising lack of Tai Chi dvd's at the library'
"Stop destroying the cherries of my Family!"
'There are so many words you could be using right now that you're not'
and 'Koala Bears: possibly the most pleasantly scented members of the animal kingdom'
(I mean all they eat is eucalyptus, they probably exude the scent of it from their very pores. Their poo probably smells like vick's vaporub! but I digress.)
Eventually we realized that the book Life on Plum Street had become more a collection of random thoughts and phrases we called "chapter titles" which would have made very poor reading material, our lofty dreams of writing a book thus evolved into slightly more realistic plans for the blog Life on Plum Street, which, as you can see, is now a reality.
And thus this blog did come to pass, and God saw that it was good, and there was much rejoicing.
Deo Omnis Gloria
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