Weronika, my psychotropic gal pal from both my classes this year, called this evening. I'm surprised by that, but I'm often surprised when people follow through on what they say they're going to do.
Weronika is a young, young woman, I think last year may have been her first year out of high school. She is probably the youngest adult with whom I have any relationship. Sometimes I am mystified by the acceptance and like that these young'uns have for me. Perhaps these youngsters see me as a cool mother replacement. Whatever it is, it is gratifying and refreshing somehow. Mostly easy.
I like easy.
Weronika and I have a date to attend an opening at the Centre A on
Friday evening. Patrick is coming to town on Friday, and he may attend
the opening too. Maybe I should have a small short cocktail party.
Serve drinks to some friends. Socialize.
Moving, movement,
motion through time. Kurt Vonnegut's book "Slaughterhouse Five" starts
with the idea that Billy Pilgrim has come unstuck in time. Sometimes I
think I am not stuck in time.
At times I wish that I had more to offer people. At times I wish that people would stop wanting things from me. Someday I may reconcile my desire for connection with my desire for solitude, if I stand long enough for my time to catch me.
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