Archive for March 2004

It’s sometimes remarkable how unpredictable life (and people) can be. It’s also amazing - as articulated by my favorite writer — how many people will care about you if you let them, and how many will care about you even if you don’t.

The weather here has been erratic, matching my life changes and turbulent relationships but for the most part, the sun is keeping my soul warm and comforted. You can always rely on the weather just as you can always count on change.

A friend of mine and I were playing a kind of game we made up a week or so ago. Basically one of us would think of a word and ask the other what it made them think of. The results were revealing, sometimes mysterious, sometimes filled with unexpected emotion.

What do you think of when I say serendipity? Resilient? Perceptive? Forgiving? Dignity? Independent?

Again, something reminded me of this. You’ve seen a link to it on my site before but it’s one of those writings that’s so well articulated that lines of it come to me randomly…and remind me of things I need to be reminded of.

Quick rundown of the weekend: Club Dread was funny (but will surely be more amusing the more times it’s seen), Southern Culture on the Skids was a good show — they’re performers on top of being great and entertaining musicians.

And now, for the news. I’ve decided that the dry cleaning industry, the US Government and car manufacturers are all in cahoots. This morning, for example, I put on a freshly pressed shirt. After puttering around a bit it’s time to get in my car and put on my seatbelt, because by law, I have to. What happens to the shirt? I’m glad you asked. It’s wrinkled. Right where the belt lays on my shoulder. Nice creases. Which brings me back to the dry cleaner and the highway robbery that all women know about. Twice the cost of pressing a mans shirt. That’s it. I’m sure it’s much bigger than what I imagine and I might just turn up missing for stumbling onto this. Kind of like the Pelican Brief or Silkwood.

Yeah. I can see it now, they’ll make the story into a movie and they’ll get Paul Rubens to play me…

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