Spent more time in the crowds and with good folk this past week and a half than I’ve managed to avoid for many months.
Full house at the concert and even though I went alone I made two temporary friends with a couple fans sitting next to me. Of course, I only had eyes for Willie.
Dinner with Neha and catching up on her life. Despite some bad things hanging over her family’s heads, some great things for Neha ahead for herself.
A graduation party for my nephew; out of Renssalear and into New York City in a great position with a software company. Loads of friends and family to celebrate. Great food and dancing to my brother-in-law’s new band–four singers, a sexy lady doing Joplin almost as good as Joplin did herself. Spent time dancing in my seat because I was afraid to hit the dance floor–strange because there was a time I’d never sit one out.
Spending some good time with my niece, Alycia, who hasn’t graduated Tunxis yet but has a few classes left to go. Her comment was that she loves it there, doesn’t want to leave. Maybe Neha too in going back as teacher has that feeling. So maybe this clinging I’ve finally faced and cut is not just personal to me.
Meeting, a week before a three-year anniversary, my dear friend Chris’ daughter, husband, children out of Arizona. It’s been three years since I have seen them. Ryan, I remember, was only two months old and he was passed around for hours at the house after the funeral. Gus beams with happiness of grandchildren; Chris would’ve too.
How strange that friends and those I know in real life know so little of what I am lately, yet a handful of faithful readers and a stumbling hoard of Googlers know so much more.
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