| So, um, last night I went "clubbing". ;-)
This weekend I spent both evenings with Dean, he just moved up here from Muncie. We hung out together in high school quite a bit, and perpetrated a number of high schoolish acts of vandalism as a part of a... gang? :) that we were in. We all keep varying degrees of contact with each other, so it's been great reconnecting with him. There's so much confusion in the world. My Dad used to regularly bring up the notion that pride is not only one of the seven deadly sins, but is itself the motherload. The root, the origin of all the others. It was always a simple illustration for him, because the clashing of our own senses of pride was a pretty regular thing for us. Fortunately, by now, it's such a recognizable thing that we can help each other disarm ourselves. Anyway, there's not much point to this, except to say that I realize even moreso each day, that pride is the cause of this confusion. Humble yourself, that we may all grow and inch closer to that vague vision of "peace" that we're all born with. If we're born with a tendency towards pride, we're also born with a glorious painting in our minds, just itching to be borne by our actions. | Sting - Message In A Bottle Just cast away and I am lost at sea Another lonely day and no one here but me More loneliness than any man could bear Rescue me before I fall into despair I send an S.O.S. to the world I send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle Message in a bottle A year has passed since I wrote my note I should have known it right from the start Only hope can keep us together Love can mend your life but love can break your heart I send an S.O.S. to the world I send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle Message in a bottle Walked out this morning I dont believe what I saw A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore Seems I'm not alone at being alone A hundred billion castaways all looking for a home I send an S.O.S. to the world I send an S.O.S. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle Message in a bottle Sending out an S.O.S. ... |
Friday during the day I had very little planned for the evening. I expected to go to the Havard's to jog with Robert-Michael and make some final arrangements for dog-sitting for them. I also made some last-minute plans to briefly join a group of friend's celebrating Allison's birthday, who I've gotten to know recently through a Lenten faith-sharing group. They intended to continue the celebrations later into the evening watching basketball, but I had a number of missed calls from Charles, so I ducked out halfway through. I'm also not much of a March Madness fan, which I know is blasphemy. :) Charles is a neighbor of mine with no steady employment who bikes around the neighborhood and near Notre Dame asking people for money and collecting cans and any scrap items he can recycle or pawn. When I first met him, he readily accepted prayers from me and a few friends, and told us how important smiling is as we parted ways. I've never given him money in the num