Spotlite on...Greg

What's this?? Two postings in a single week? Yes, friends, believe it.

Greg has been mentioned a time or two before. I thought I would start my spotlite series with him. But first, let me say that the spotlite series is done in no particular order. If the spotlite is on you, you’re someone who is important to me.

Greg just turned 18. He lives in Sydney, Australia. Take a look at him. Isn't he just as cute as a bug? Honestly, I have no idea how we started talking-or when. All I know is that I love talking to him. One reason I love talking to him is the language. Everyone knows Aussies speak English, but it’s more the Queen’s English than American. And they shorten everything. He doesn’t watch TV he watches the telly. He constantly uses words like ranga (orangutan), chuck (throw), and pissed (drunk). That one is always fun, because there have been times when Greg has been angry, but when he says he was pissed, he doesn’t mean angry.

We have been talking for at least a couple years now. Little pieces of Aussie culture come through from time to time. Obviously, his seasons are opposite mine, but it makes me a little jealous to think that when I’m standing outside watching fireworks on New Year’s Eve and freezing, he can be on the beach sunning and surfing. I’d love to be on the beach one time for New Year’s Eve. Of course, when he’s standing outside watching fireworks on the Fourth of July, he’s freezing while I am nice and warm. Oh, wait. He doesn’t celebrate the Fourth. But if he did, he would be cold.

He has palm trees and has never seen snow. I take that back, sometime last summer (or winter, depending on your perspective), he told me they brought in a load of snow and he got to see it. Greg, any time you want snow, I’d be happy to send you some. We have too much.

Greg has a web cam so I have seen him a time or two. I have spoken with him on the phone too. I love that accent; he sounds like the Geico Gecko. To hear him tell it though, he doesn’t have an accent, but I do. I am quite a few years older than him; so one thing I do when I’m talking to him is to think about what I was doing when I was his age. Let me assure you, I wasn’t doing nearly the kind of things this kid does. The fights alone are something I know nothing about.

I wish that I could go to Australia and meet Greg. I think it would be so much fun. Until that day, though, I will just have to talk to him online. The internet really makes the world a smaller place. Maybe it’s always been small, we just didn’t know it.