On the River Fraser

I connected with someone today.  I deem this note/blog worthy because of it's scarcity.  We truly knew each other in that instant.  Like we were once the same person and knew symbiotically the alcoves of one another's brain goo.  He was a tugboat operator a hundred and fifty yards out across the river.  I waved to him as hard and as expressively as I could muster;  A giant smile plastered to my face as though I was a mere babe struggling to be recognized by someone, anyone.  He smiled, I could tell, and waved back.  His body language changed and he became instantly revived.  I like having that effect on people.  It's important to me.  I haven't felt like I had the ability any longer, but there it was.  unexpected.  Real.  Meeting people as an adult is way weird.  Yah.  Like, totally.  You can't just speak to someone for a spell then ask them to be your friend.  I guess, maybe....a coffee first?  Is that what people do?  Is that a thing that 'normal' people do.  Seems odd to me.  Contrived or...something.

A short time later, I was struck by a man flying a kite.  Not physically, but on a definitive level of soul-dom.  It was serene.  A serene that permeated my inability to be present and filled me with wonder.  I passed by without thanking him for the moment he inadvertently gave me.  It felt weird not to but the fear of being socially awkward displaced my sense of well-being and I thought against it.  Funny though...we met up later on down the path as I saved his kite from being blown away just as his string had snapped and the kite felt a brief moment of  horrible, horrible freedom.  So horrible.  I thanked him for the enjoyment his colored wind tarp gave me and we walked and talked for a few minutes about the benefits of kite flying.  We schlepped our separate ways, feeling good about existence.  Seems like something I should try.  'Tis been awhile.

Suppose Tuh's

We were suppose to be in love.  We were suppose to be best friends.  Does being thirty eliminate me from calling someone a 'best friend'?  Probably.  We were suppose to sit out on our beautiful balcony overlooking the pool, the trees, the hummingbirds, and ponder over a beer or two.  We were suppose to enjoy this gorgeous weather together;  Playing badminton in the cool evenings and planning trips to Seattle where we would most surely see a band or two...maybe catch a baseball match.  We were suppose to do a lot of things.  Now we're just a Vancouver Divorce.