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July 18, 2004
my dates are wrong
A few months ago someone I hadn't had any contact with in nearly ten years looked me up and found me and wrote how nice it was to know me, how fun it was to be around me and she wished me well. Oh Boy! I am often sad about having lost contact with dear ones over the years and all the moves. It is an amazing feeling when occasionally someone remembers me, and harder yet, takes the time to jot down a note to me.
A few weeks ago, Gizi tells me she’s getting married to Josh, and they will be honeymooning in Amsterdam and would like to see me when she's here. Oh Joy! All day yesterday I waited for her call, even half thought of going to meet her and Josh at the airport. I carried around a guide book and map all day and picked up some appelduindoorn sap for them. I carried around two kinder eggs. I hesitated venturing too far away from the center in hopes she might call. Hours past. Dinner passed. Thunderous skies crashed down and passed. Watching Shrek 2 for the second time in a row passed. After the movie the skies cleared and we a walked all the way to their hotel to drop off the goodies I had prepared (the kinder eggs didn’t survive my day) only to learn that they had not check in. They aren’t due tomorrow either. They won’t check in until Monday. I had the dates wrong.
After several years of palm piloting and other computerized calendars, I decided to return to the classic method. I found the right sized note book, with cubed paper, leather cover, and I need to do is fill in the dates by hand. I was a whole two dates off in counting. Perhaps I’m not as good with number as I thought.
Posted by talia at July 18, 2004 9:38 AM