| 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. ... |
Two weeks ago, Cathy & I drove up Greenlawn Ave heading toward my house, and when we took the left turn onto Cedar, I accelerated out of the turn in hope of fishtailing a little bit on the snow before straightening out, which I enjoy and feel like a race car driver when I do it. This time, instead of straightening out, my Explorer continued to rotate and turn on the ice, eventually sliding perpendicular to path of the road. We were slowing down, but not enough to avoid hopping the curb and giving a tree a little tap. It didn't sound too bad, but when I got out and looked, I saw a bumper bent in, headlights on one side cracked open, and the impact bending a side fender, contorting the wheel well. My heart dropped a little bit, I grimaced, and asked myself and Cathy why I had decided to do that. Approaching the holidays and the wedding, we did not need any new complications. We had a full day planned, so I put it out of my mind and decided I would get a quote on the repairs ...