Bits and Pieces

Last night, someone who journals, but doesn't blog, told me he doesn't blog because he isn't one of those people that feels the need to force their thoughts on others. I didn't tell him I blog. Also, because he was amusing me, I didn't argue with him.

Things I have thought about:

When I was in NYC, a fire engine drove by. The firefighters looked very young. My heart squeezed, throat closed, and my eyes got tears when I thought about why so many NYC firefighter seem so young. Although I have sworn never to involve myself with one, I am beyond thankful that they do what they do. They are heroes.

I have found New Yorkers to be VERY friendly, especially when I am friendly first. They like to be smiled at and chatted to. Urban life can wear a person down and make them very guarded. I like opening them back up. Oh, and I also realized many New Yorkers don't walk with their heads down because they are unfriendly. Walking with your head down is one way to keep your face from freezing off when the windchill is minus seven.

The more I fly, the more bumps in the air I find. It does make me nervous. I end up smelling bad...fear sweat. ICK.

I saw a pilot in DC. I thought he was striking. When we got to CA, he turned out to be my pilot.

Somehow in NYC I got beyond my Mr. Urbane thing. I just ran out of energy. It takes a lot of energy to love someone who doesn't love you back. I think we are always going to be great friends. He entertains me to no end. Just knowing him has helped me distill my thoughts on what I DO want from a mate.

I love my kids and their adults. One of the great tragedies of adulthood is being separated from your loved ones. No matter where I am, I am missing someone.

I am SO excited about upcoming visits!! So much to do, so little time.

I am off up the hill tomorrow to get cracking on the house! I am excited!

Back to last night. I was having dinner with a man I met very briefly in Utah. He has been in SF about as long as I have. I hope he would like to be my friend. He seems like someone I could go do things with. Something beyond hanging out at bars. Plus, I don't have many arty folks around me anymore. Also, and I HATE to admit this, but he screams "project" to me. Some people just need someone to Spur them onto the next level. I'm annoying, but good intentioned.

Finally, I WAS so excited that someone left me some comments! I love her!