Friday, July 11, 2003
we're off to a wedding, and i'm glad, because i like nothing the way i like a wedding. it's usually a very good day when people get married.
the bridal shower was full of people i suddenly realized in the shower this morning weren't going to be around me anymore, after the move. i mean, duh, but . . . somehow what'd been creeping me was thinking of the oddball folks i like so much and never see, not the ones i lean on all the time and who will probably gradually become the ones i don't hear from and we'll all have our separate lives and be happy, but . . .
i just don't want to get any older. everything is fine. and when things aren't fine, there's time visible in the distance for them to get fine. if that's not true at forty six, i don't really know what i'm gonna do.
the bridal shower was full of people i suddenly realized in the shower this morning weren't going to be around me anymore, after the move. i mean, duh, but . . . somehow what'd been creeping me was thinking of the oddball folks i like so much and never see, not the ones i lean on all the time and who will probably gradually become the ones i don't hear from and we'll all have our separate lives and be happy, but . . .
i just don't want to get any older. everything is fine. and when things aren't fine, there's time visible in the distance for them to get fine. if that's not true at forty six, i don't really know what i'm gonna do.
