I'd sent C a short little email about how I was planning on coming to Louisville and how it would be cool to grab a latte and catch up if she was free during that time.
What I got back was a long diatribe about how she was still upset at her mom for allowing me into C's house when C wasn't there...(long story short: C wasn't home and I wanted to see the dog I'd helped train, the dog I'd called my soulmate for years and hadn't seen in years)...
Wow, that was back in '02 and C is still upset about it. And all her mom did was open the screen door so I could wave hi at Phoebe. OK, C feels totally violated at the invasion of privacy. Never mind that C is living in her mom's parents house rent free. OK, we fucked up grand.
C said she didn't want to go to dinner with me and her mom as that whole episode would be hanging over her head while mom and I pretend everything is hunky-dorey. Well.. guess what, C, everything IS hunky-dory.
For me, any way. So, I wrote back telling C it's cool if we meet up or cool if we don't, just wanted to give her a chance to meet and if not, she'll know I'm at mom's and won't be surprised or blind sided.
I also told her that the reason I wanted to see her was only to let her see me for once totally drama/drug/alcohol/worry/baggage free. I wanted her to see the me I have become, as I owe my recovery to her, well, she got me started on the road.
I told her I'd just wanted to thank her for putting me on that road, and then I said, well I've told you what I wanted to say in person so ...you feel free to meet with me or not as you see fit.
LOL, good lord. The student has far surpassed the master. I don't know what road to recovery SHE is on but I think she took the wrong fork in the road.
Sounds like a bitter person to me these days. I hate that for her but hey, we can't all be so buoyant as I am.
It's been about twenty or more years. This shit is OLD news. Ever heard of letting bygones be bygones? and her a supposed Buddhist?
LOL!
Anyhow, the good news in my life is good. I am rethinking going to live in Five Points. The guy called me back. He said he had met up with a LOT of people who wanted to rent the room from him but I was the only one he was seroiusly considering.
We had a long funny serious talk on the phone about politics and the sheeple and Carter and Reagan and ... the peace corps, etc etc. It was great. He told me he was going to be gone for six months in August.
I'm trying to imagine what living by myself in Five Points through a Huntsville Winter would be like. I imagine it would be totally glorious.
I think I would be in hog heaven.
I'm pretty sure I would dance around and sing to myself and be light and good.
Well my friend in B'ham has offered me a possible ticket to Glasgow.
My friend who I am driving up to L'ville with. I am looking forward to that trip... it's always good to see "mom".
I wish Tom (C's brother) could be there too but he lives ...where does he live now, Minnesota or something . I've known them for so long, watched him grow up...he's on my Facebook now, getting grey hair. My brother Tom.
Mom's excited about my visit and so am I..she's never seen me sober. Nor has she seen me totally happy with myself. She's going to fall over when she sees me with long hair.
At any rate my friend in Bham and I have these great phone conversations that I really enjoy so I imagine that the ride up will be fun. As fun as driving can be that is, it's not a great joy to me.
I'm happy to have found a friend in this state that is intelligent and decent and doesn't smoke pot or drink to excess or smoke . It's a great thing, having a friend.
I wish she and I both weren't so tired all the time and I wish we lived closer but it is what it is.
I take my compass test for school this Tuesday, I wonder if he's going to make me work that morning ... probably.
I wish I had teh whole day off. *sigh*
it's getting late but it's been an amazing Sunday. Usually I just watch TV but tonight I spoke with the new possible roommate, my mom, and my friend in Bham (M).
Even my mom was pleasant. It was such a good night.
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