I didn't date much in high school. I took out one girl once and dated another girl for a couple of months. When prom time came up there was no one to ask. I had not yet realized that I was a homosexuist, although all the
Fifteen years later, when I was a supervisor of crews in the offshore oil industry, I was interviewing guys for offshore work. A guy came in, all neatly dressed in a black suit and sat down. He had Betty's (unusual) last name. It turned out, of course, that he was Betty's younger brother. I had last seen him when he was about 6 years old. I hired him.
todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful
for the wonderful and attentive staff at Mom's nursing home; they keep me informed of anything of importance
that since selling Mom's home, some of my mornings are a bit less hectic
for a powerful Step 2 meeting yesterday
for progress at letting things go that used to drive me nuts
for some curiousity to find out what life and my HP are trying to teach me
that a close friend has agreed to tag along with me to London later this year
Lives based on having are less free than lives based on doing or being.