And I Grieve For My Sister...

I have been attempting to put some things right in my life that have bothered me for some time. I'm not entirely sure what I hope to gain from some of what I am attempting, but I do hope that I at least learn something, if not about someone else, than myself.

I've been having Brian Wilson's Smile album playing through my head again. Quite honestly, I had never really been a totally huge fan of the Beach Boys, but gorram if I don't find myself listening to Smile at least once a week. I find myself cranking it more when I'm blogging than any other time, which is also something that I cannot fully explain.

Generally, I'll start with "Our Prayer/Gee" and find myself wrapping up somewhere between "Roll, Plymouth Rock" and "In Blue Hawaii." I rarely listen to "Good Vibrations" anymore because every time I hear it, I think of Sunkist.

Those who remember those commercials probably just clicked their heads to the side in knowing of what exactly I'm referring to.

Moving along the Amtrak of Derailed Thought, I attempted to reconnect with a long lost friend of mine. I stumbled across her number, or at least what had been her number, during a cursory search of my effects. Since that number didn't function, I attempted to perform a Google search, found another number and called it. Didn't work either.

I thought about following up with a more intense Google search, but thought better of it. We had been close friends, but lost touch after the fire and our relationships pretty much took control of our respective lives. To me that sucks because it just drives home the point that I have yielded too many friends simply for the sake of keeping my ex-girlfriends happy.

Now I have neither them, nor my friends that had been shelved. Just a stack of old disconnected phone numbers and a bunch of broken promises to keep in touch.

Still, 'tis better to just pick up the pieces and move on. Keep contact with the pals that I do have and go make more. If fate is kind, perhaps the old ones will return. If not, perhaps it was just time for us to move onto different paths.

That does happen in friendships sometimes and 'tis better to recall the hilarity you did have than to sit here and pine for what cannot be. But, yeah, I still think of her sometimes.

Her and Danny. Jesus, I hope he got back from the IO alright. He'd been on the USS Kitty Hawk for awhile before I lost him. The three of us used to get into such crazy adventures. Darren too, but he was Rachel's soon to be ex and he turned into a bit of a jerk after he got his big deal job stocking wine at HEB. Wheehaw.

At least my Indiana, Lubbock & Ft. Worth pals are doing alright. I've heard from all within the past 48, which amuses me vastly.

I was stopped by teh boss, who had stumbled across QTV's website the other day. No idea how, but she found it hilarious. That's good, but unexpected. She said that my comedic machinations helped to cure her of her spleen impaledness.

Wow. I mean, wow. I've been told we're funny, but curing accidental impalings? That's awesome.

Either way, "Windchimes" is starting to play and I have a desire to grab a beer and watch Escape From Alcatraz, which is playing on TCM at the moment. Assuming I can last another 2.5 hours awake, that is.