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04/16/02 - I�m in pieces, bits and pieces ... Well, I�M not in pieces, but today�s writing really is. I�ve had a pretty quiet night at work and all these little this and that�s have popped up. Usually a theme comes to me as I write. I think today�s theme is Hodge Podge for $40. What is a love connection? Are you all raising your hands out there and yelling �I know, I know?� My Old Friend used to say to me, �I love when you pretend to be naive.� How do you pretend that? There are different ways to learn things. The answer to my question would seem to be something learned by experience? Or, is it a feeling? Do you just know? Maybe it�s the things you don�t feel? Now, connection ... That one I know, can feel it pretty much instantly, in fact. So how come I�m stuck on the love part? Do you think I�ve put up barriers? Am I going to know it when I make it (the connection, that is)? See, it�s all questions. I was once told that the only thing you ever have to worry about is ... Love. Oh, no! I�m doomed. One of the functions of my job is that I perform the duties of a wake-up service. (No, it�s not like 1-900-BABE.) I wake up, on the average, 27 clients a morning, mostly men, and mostly drivers of a limousine service. There is one driver, RW, who I always look forward to waking. (There�s only a couple of grumps in the group.) He�s very funny, has something different for me each day. This morning it was philosophy, I think. He said something about being subject to human error and life is not an exact science. He asked me to write this down, although I think I�ve heard it somewhere before. But hearing this from a sleepy man at 2:57 a.m. was totally funny to me. Well, The New Guy watched me bowl last night. Damn, I really sucked big time. Couldn�t do a darn thing right, gutter ball after gutter ball. I�m quite a sight. My league is used to me ... But The New Guy isn�t. He wanted to blame it on him being there, but my team mates all told him that it wasn�t that. At one point he told me I bowled like ... A girl! That frame I got double dashes, two gutter balls in a row. He made no further bowling related comments. As we left, I wondered out loud if I had thoroughly embarrassed him? I didn�t give him a chance to answer. I said something about how bad I sucked and then I started laughing, uncontrollably, and so did he. We laughed and laughed. It was such a release. There it was again ... Total agreement. And into this life we�re born, though some time, sometime we don�t know why. And time simply goes by so fast, in the twinkling of an eye. Let�s enjoy it while we can, and help me share my load. From the dark and lonely street, to the bright side of the road. ~Van Morrison |