2003-01-21 - 10:51 p.m.
Comedy equals Tragedy plus Time
Boy. Talked at length to Crow last night. We kicked around a few harsh realities. It came out that, for the last few years, she hasn't felt that I was a very good friend to Talon or to her. I can see her point... I have been more interested in maintaining the peace and not driving Talon out of my life than I have been "tough loving" him into ditching the booze. I stopped talking to Crow almost entirely. I haven't been there every time Talon needed me. Be that as it may, I'm here now. I've been listening to and talking to Talon, Crow, Red, Blue, Great Mergatroid the Bold and his wonder-dog Slim for the last few weeks. I've given keen insights. I've cajoled laughs and provoked ire. I've laughed in the face of pomposity, held the hand of the fearful, consoled the grieving, etc, etc. (Once the Pope gets off his ass and signs the paperwork canonizing me, I am so out of here.) I could have been a better friend. I'm sorry. I'm trying to be a good friend, now. Apropos of nothing, I've decided to call Milady's sister Banana, and Banana's husband shall be known as Caravan. Banana and Crow helped out a lot at the last Business Meeting. After everyone else left, they put a few plans on the table for me to consider. I find it gratifying that I seem to know a lot of folks that believe in me and in what I am doing. Speaking of which, I need to do some more work on that, right now. * * * * * * * * (Can you hum the "think music" from Jeopardy? Knew you could...) * * * * * * * * * Had a fight with Milady this morning. Our third ever. After we had kissed and made up, she had to apologize for not apologizing any harder. She felt great; she had addressed a problem with a solution, and solved it some level. She was sorry for picking a fight with me (her words), but felt so much better about having had a fight. Got the juices flowing, got her up and angry, and solving a minor issue makes the rest of her problems seem surmountable. I told Milady that I understood, and that we could look for ways to get her angry and up, as opposed to angry and down, depressed, hopeless, or despairing. I told her that I wouldn't be her punching bag, but that I can be very forgiving if she needs to address an issue in an unorthodox way. I suggested those blow-up boxing mitts that you used to be able to buy... p'raps we should just th'ow on the ol' fencing masks, fill our hands, and whomp on each other a bit. (I say that - I'm better at shinai and she's a better fencer.) Lunch was wonderful: steak, salad, a bite of pork, orange slices, milk and cookies. Num! Currently working on the relationship between language and religion. Also working on an agenda for the meeting on Friday. Also working on the e-mail that I need to send out regarding the agenda for the meeting on Friday. I have 127 minutes before I have to leave. Kill 15 of those on second break. I suppose I should take a few calls from my customers (sigh). Apropos of nothing: I feel sad for people who let religion get in the way of being happy. 'Nuff said. Back to the salt mines... Love you all, brothers and sisters... OchreFloats like a Legolas, stings like a Finrod
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