Glad to be in touch
If you can call it that. But I am in touch with Susanne again. She sent me a really sweet email at work. I was touched to find that she had really been trying to track me down. That is a splendid feeling.
Work is work. Except for the load of things that our field supervisor screwed up or forgot at one of our last jobs. Lots of things that are haunting us now. Seems he has forgotten some crucial things about erecting a steel building. And the burden is mine to shoulder. Damn job titles.
The crawler is slowly progressing. Slowly.
A friend just got nailed for missing a piss test. He's on probation and missed one UA. In almost 3 years. And now he has to go to AA meetings and pay for a UA every day for 90 days. The things we do in our past most assuredly will plague us for the rest of our lives. That's the problem with accountability. Sometimes it actually works.
I wonder where Sara Katherine Lyons is. RIT graduate. Raised in New Jersey. Last I heard, living in DC working at a gallery. Some people I will always miss. She is the type to not forgive a casual friendship. Either keep communications up or get out of the way. My way of emailing her incessantly for a couple months, then dropping off the face of the earth for a couple months really chapped her ass. I can't blame her, but it still strikes me as odd to call yourself and then behave so subjectively. Well, maybe it's appropo. Seems those people mean so much to me but I struggle so hard to make any relationship work.
The people that have clear cut ideas as to their own life and how others fit in. It's tough to stroll into a life like that. That's why Maggie and I got along so famously. I don't think we ever stressed about fitting into the other's ideology. I miss her the most. I always will. I hope somehow she knows that. I think I still love her a little. In fact, I hope I do.
OK, off to bed. Nite, you fine folks.
Work is work. Except for the load of things that our field supervisor screwed up or forgot at one of our last jobs. Lots of things that are haunting us now. Seems he has forgotten some crucial things about erecting a steel building. And the burden is mine to shoulder. Damn job titles.
The crawler is slowly progressing. Slowly.
A friend just got nailed for missing a piss test. He's on probation and missed one UA. In almost 3 years. And now he has to go to AA meetings and pay for a UA every day for 90 days. The things we do in our past most assuredly will plague us for the rest of our lives. That's the problem with accountability. Sometimes it actually works.
I wonder where Sara Katherine Lyons is. RIT graduate. Raised in New Jersey. Last I heard, living in DC working at a gallery. Some people I will always miss. She is the type to not forgive a casual friendship. Either keep communications up or get out of the way. My way of emailing her incessantly for a couple months, then dropping off the face of the earth for a couple months really chapped her ass. I can't blame her, but it still strikes me as odd to call yourself and then behave so subjectively. Well, maybe it's appropo. Seems those people mean so much to me but I struggle so hard to make any relationship work.
The people that have clear cut ideas as to their own life and how others fit in. It's tough to stroll into a life like that. That's why Maggie and I got along so famously. I don't think we ever stressed about fitting into the other's ideology. I miss her the most. I always will. I hope somehow she knows that. I think I still love her a little. In fact, I hope I do.
OK, off to bed. Nite, you fine folks.
posted by Rich at 7/27/2005 10:36:00 PM
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