Nothin' Fancy

Just writing in to say that things are going well. Lessons learned have helped keep my keel even and when I found myself slipping into old habitual behaviour, I managed to right myself. I don't exactly know when I acquired a centreboard for things in life, but it feels good to be able to take events, thoughts, etc that I would formerly despair over, flip it over, look at it again, and then find a way to both deal with it and find a way to get happy again. Thanks to those who helped me with those lessons (there's tons out there) or who pointed out where I should learn.

Get down with your bad selves.


ajc

Getting Out of Town Two Weekends In A Row

Kingston, it's a hell of a town.

The trip out east was very enjoyable. Driving down with Megan and Scott on a beautiful Saturday morning/early afternoon. Getting a hotel room at the Howard Johnson for 40 dollars tax included. Going to see Bob, Brent, Brendan, Greg at Bob's house and then having Greg drive us to the Gaels football game. The main thing I remember about Saturday was how bright it was, and how I couldn't stop smiling. Good company, good football game (we left when the Gaels were winning, so I feel safe sticking to that) , even better hockey game with more Queen's people at the Peel Pub on Princess Street. We were loud raucous table. We were the ones who booed when they played "Born in The USA" in between the third period and overtime. We were the table that stood up to sing Oh Canada at the conclusion. Kudos to Bob for being the main catalyst to not only the cheering, but the sudden invention of the call-the-overtime-goal-scorer-and-down-the-community-pint. He also won. I'll still stick by my prediction of Bouwmeester . . . . . I had a gut feeling there, and you don't take those for granted.

Sunday was much more mellow. We can still handle the night, the morning after is getting a little tougher to endure. Luckily brunch at the Grizzly Grille was there to make our heads forget what we'd been up to the night before, but it took some effort. Then the sitting. I don't care if it's a sign of getting older, but when you can sit on a city bench for a hour and a half, watching life go by and still have a great time with good people, screw it. Get older.

The Hip. They played Escape Is At Hand For The Travelling Man. My favourite. I remember a time at camp where James and I just sat and talked in the drama room just listening to that album, and that particular song, until late at night. It was a great concert, but that was expected.

The best thing about the weekend was how unforced everything was. Good times just happened no matter how good or bad people were feeling. No one forced a smile. I like those rare times. I may not go for Homecoming simply because of how good a time I had without feeling like I HAD to, whereas I'd probably just feel slightly out of phase at Homecoming. Plus it's good to get together with friends that you don't often see together in one place.

Good times indeed.

The weekend after I drove down to Buffalo to put my Subaru up for sale at a family friends place. I think the people who come close to feeling as bad about this as I do are Clay, James and Nick . . . . possibly Rachel as well.


blargh

ajc