Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Thursday, Aug. 25, 2005 - 2:38 a.m.
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Robbing the Cradle
Well, I had the sort of internet blind date with the 28 yr old tonight for dinner. Unlike Radiogurl who thinks that younguns would bore her and vice versa, we didn't seem to have a huge problem. It was a fun time. We each ordered a sandwich and then traded halves, shared the chocolate cheesecake, and were irreverent and funny and talked for more than three hours.
hehe.
Fortunately he seems to be both scientific and artistic (his father is a physicist and he himself switched from sciences and is doing his masters in creative writing), has a good sense of humour, likes to tell stories, doesn't seem offended when people ask if he was kicked in the face by a horse (he had bone cancer in his face, and had a huge chunk of bone removed), and can make jokes about cancer. We don't seem to have incompatibilities in discussing Intelligent Design and theism. He even said my dog was cool (he walked back here with me so I could walk my dog and he catch the bus).
He recommended some music and movies (he knows tons more than me... writes professionally on both and also on mainstream comics), and does graphic design for a role-playing card game.
Anyways, it was very pleasant and fun.
I doubt it would be a romance, but it is a good start for a friendship that would bring more art, music, literature and movies into my life. that's something for starters. God knows no one else tells me about Byron's poetry or tells me stories about how their sister forked someone in the hand.
And he bothered to email to say he had fun. And that he hasn't yet run out of things to say, which is a good sign. hehe.
Got piss all done for work once I got home. Dang it all.
More work tomorrow.
First, to bed, since the contractor to fix the water damage from the upstairs' tenant's fiasco is coming to do an evaluation at 10:30. Wanna be up, have the doggie walked, and copies made of the approved repairs made to give to him and to the tenant involved before he arrives.
nite nite!
me
wenchie
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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