Friday, June 23, 2006
I can't dial my Imodium
Something in me was looking for an epiphany, some change or gain of wisdom, from the 20 year reunion. I'd probably be disappointed that I didn't have one if I could put my finger on what it was I had hoped to learn. I noodled over the dusty impressions on the wall where I thought a sign may have resided but I couldn't prove it, and that thing I've said to my bipolar beloved a few times came back to me: in times of tension between the ears she's questioned the purpose of life, and I've had to say, "you're assuming there IS a purpose which isn't being met." We live, we die. We consume, that's what we do. And the only "purpose" I can think of is to do good things for others and make ourselves comfortable; every person cannot become world-famous for some great accomplishment or discovery, so we have to be valued in what we can do with those we are able to touch. I guess the one thing I picked up was that the people I have long loathed aren't too bad afterall... if you wait 20 years, only handle two dozen of them, and only spend five hours around them, that is. Time heals all wounds and wounds all heels, as someone said. Still, I could have used an epiphany of some sort just as a souvenir. I suppose some great pictures and a solo adventure to savor will suffice.
Coming up next on my calendar: The Taste Of Tacoma is coming up June 30-July 2, which coincides with the Tech Support Comedy annual Northwest picnic and pillowfight (this year it's in Portland, OR) so I am requesting Friday the 30th off so I can attend both events; then two weeks later is Nile Valley Days in, duh, the Nile Valley above Naches, WA. (That's usually the third weekend of July, so it's a good thing I stopped by Jim Sprick Park [right of the pointer, alongside 410] on my way through there to find out... Say that name three times fast!) This weekend? No clue, but I'll find out soon enough. To follow the intended theme of this blog: if the Workforce Mangling dept at work fails to give me Friday the 30th off, that will truly be a stupidity.
Have a good weekend. Maybe your weekend will consist mostly of rest. It is homemade ice cream season. Our ice cream maker is still in storage in CA.
Homemade vanilla ice cream is an epiphany.
It is one of those things that makes life worth living.
Misty looks cute in her huge spectacles. I think just about all kids are cute.
Ward's boat looks like a crime scene.
The old photo DOES look like a guy dressed up like a lady. If not, that is one ultra homely gal.
One of my old classmates got married in Las Vegas this weekend, and some of our other old classmates came. The video is supposed to be on the wedding site, but I couldn't find it. All I could find for that time and date was some hispanic couple marrying, no audience, and the woman seven months pregnant. That wasnt it.
And best to Jesus, Maria, and little Jose. :)
The bag has checkboxes:
__ Room Temperature
What, no "heat and serve"?
The Taste of Tacoma sounds like a yummy fun time.
--RC of strangeculture.blogspot.com