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September
27 - Weekends Yesterday we went out to some friends for lunch. They live in the suburb I grew up in. The one I lived in from 2 to 24. It's a strange feeling, driving through streets I once knew intimately. I can't quite recall how I felt living there. The memories are there, but the feelings are slightly displaced, underwater, part of a me I've moved on from. As we drove past one of the houses I used to live in, and I looked into what was my bedroom, I couldn't quite picture me there. It seems too distant from me now. Or, at another house we had, on another street, was that really the basement where my Dad built a trainset for me? Was that really the house my best friend lived in, the trees we used to climb, the school I used to go to? I've never been to a school reunion. I'm feeling kinda Sunday evening melancholy now, so I imagine they would be terribly depressing affairs. All the promise of youth washed up on the sand banks of middle age. Hmmmmm, I maudlin ramble. Anyway the lunch was good. My friend and I have this easy relationship. From years of walking to school together, tramping together, getting drunk together. We have a shared past history and a knowledge of what to talk to each other about. We've arranged to go on a four or five day tramp just before Christmas. I hope we can. It will be good for me. Today was a wet windy Sunday. Deb and I used to call days like this hibernation days. We'd pretend we were bears, hibernating inside during the bad weather. Days for eating and reading and talking and loving. We did some of that today. I rearranged the room where the computer is. If I was a real estate agent, it would be the study. It's about six foot square. I've painted the walls a warm dark yellow, and the window and door a blue blue. I put a bookcase on the wall, moved the filing cabinet and shifted some accumulated junk out. It feels nicer now. We'll put some pictures up on the wall soon. I've just written myself into a smile. A good note to finish on.
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