mistaken identity

Today I got an email in my junk mail of an old email account that I check with some regularity. I was interested in it because it suggested the name K.A. Denike. I immediately thought of my first year of university, when one of my only friends (for the first couple months, at least) was one Kari Denike from Cochran, Alberta.

Kari stayed at university just one year and we stayed in touch for a couple of years after that. Sometime in my third or fourth year we sort of stopped writing. She had gone to Australia for a year and met "the one" or something, and later decided to go to University of Calgary for a nursing degree. I would see her sister every so often around campus, but eventually stopped seeing her, too. You know, things happen.

Nothing for 10 years.

Then two emails in my junk mail in the old email account I check every so often. With the other recent reconnections I thought it's possible she found me somehow. I mean, my sister's ex-boyfriend from New Zealand tracked down this same email account when I was living in Japan. Stranger things could happen.

Then I opened the first email. It was at that time I realised that it wasn't Kari Denike from Cochran, Alberta. It was someone from the Collingwood Elvis Fan Club in Ontario, home of the biggest Elvis tribute concerts in North America. My disappointment was great, I assure you, for a variety of reasons. Sigh.

Anyway, I'm back to worrying about Christmas and getting "things" done for it. I'm not entirely sure what things I'm thinking of, but there are things to be done. Cards. Uh... baking? Parties to attend. Drinking to do. Things.