Im home and the house is a mess. Ive got limited time left at GAC before starting the new job at The Puppet Co. and in just a couple of weeks classes start again for all of us. My trip (to Vegas, because inquiring minds wanted to know) involved seeing friends I havent seen in a solid 33 years. Given my recent experiences with the ephemeral nature of humanity in just the last 18 months, and knowing one of these fine women was no longer able to travel, I made three attempts and finally succeeded in getting out there where we could get together and talk, fool around a bit, and reconnect outside the electronisphere of Facebook. As trips go, it was awesome and bittersweet all at the same time. Ive spent the better part of the last few years doing a lot of things I simply didnt get around to doing before, because I kept waiting for someone else to go with me or be interested. Somewhere around a couple of years ago, I realized I might wait forever to find someone who was likeminded about travel, who had a similar bucket list. Ive been very selective (by necessity - Im not made of money) about what Ive checked off that list. While I was gone, three more people left my larger community, two from terminal illness, one from sudden death without warning. At 50, I shouldnt be surprised that people arent designed to last forever. My mother took ill before her 30th birthday and was gone before her 44th (thats 36 years ago, last April). Mortality isnt a stranger. Im at least as obsessed with death and dying as Woody Allen, and not nearly as funny when writing about it. Tonight, with non-refundable, non-exchangeable tickets, we saw Cirque du Soleils Amaluna. It was questionable judgment, considering the weekends events. It was a brief moment of entertainment (after a weekend of similar sport), and its left me sort of hollow inside. I suppose it would have been better if the conceit hadnt been Shakespeares The Tempest. It was a very pretty show, but now that I know, Im not enthralled with the show as a whole, because I saw a seminal production almost two dozen years ago and all others have paled by comparison. Tonights just wasnt quite right. To be sure, there were some surprises, but the sense of loss crept in nearly everywhere. Of course, it could have been me. The rides not quite over, but the planning methods are changing and there will be an adjustment process while I work through some things that need dealing with. Ive got one more item Im checking off the list this year, before starting my new job. That happens next week. In the meantime, if you notice less coming from this corner of the universe, at least for a bit, know that Ive got a bunch of balls in the air and Im attempting to keep them that way. And a reminder: Talk to the people you know and love. Youll never know when their time is up. Six people in two 24-hour periods are quite enough for me. RIP, Paul Boymel and Bill Muney. As for the rest of you, knock that sh** right off. Youre not going anywhere. Seriously. Just stop.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 04:18:08 +0000
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