It's a small damn world...

Recently a friend of mine's mother passed away. Meg (and her husband-at-the-time Bill) were my best friends when I lived in San Antonio--which is mostly weird because they were college age and I was not even in high-school when I meet Bill at an Atari User's group back in the dark ages of time. I lived with them during my freshman year of college, and stopped seeing either of them regularly when they moved to Houston and I moved to Austin. Her mother was a religious nut-ball, and while Meg liked Austin, she didn't want her child constantly exposed to the grand-mother's issues.

Anyhow, with her mother's passing, Meg inherited a number of properties in Austin--along with a metric ass-load of religious paraphernalia capable of seeding a Christian book store and piles of other stuff. She's moved to Austin and some of the property is in need of remodeling. Via a suggestion from one of her tenants, she hired Greg to do the job. Greg. As in Kim & Greg, Kim's ex-husband. He ditched his high-paying PR job (along with the wife he seemed convinced went with it) for a career in freelance home renovation. And thanks to the wierdness of the universe, they connect in yet another way.

Small damn world. Part of it is damn amusing, but frankly I'm glad to have moved 2300 miles away from it. The vortex of social nepotism certainly makes one feel connected, but it kept bringing me constant reminders of disappointments and developments I'm best not dwelling on or knowing about. I hope I'm not forced to move back into the midst of it again, at least not anytime soon...