It's been a 'service' weekend it seems... I ran a Living Greyhawk game for some friends Saturday, and spent today doing trail work for the Washington Trail Association for that last of my community service hours. The weather was chilly and it kept switching from rain to hail and back, but the work wasn't that bad and it was nice to do something physical out in the forest. It was also an excuse to use some of my outdoor gear that I haven't gotten out since Todd was here. Didn't do much of anything Friday. I was going to go to an impromptu party down in Tacoma with some TERRA folks, but between being tired after work and the rainy weather I decided to stay home instead.
Not much else going on these days.
jeliza and family are busying packing and getting ready to move into their new house, and of course the baby keeps them occupied as well, so we are doing good to hang out once a week--although I really enjoy the time we do get. Don't see much of
loree these days with her crazy work schedule, and I haven't made it down to TERRA in quite a while. Hopefully I can manage to see more of them before too long...
Kim's name appeared in an Austin friend's journal, which is really the first I've heard of her in over a year. I still feel that yank in my gut, but it passes a lot faster these days. I loved and wanted her, she stopped loving and wanting me, and it has been six years since she gave up. There isn't really anything else to say on the matter, and I try not to dwell over the scars from grieving way out of proportion to the loss. I gave up on getting any answers a long time ago, perhaps because I realized there would never be any.
I need to clean up myself and a bunch of gear from the trail work, do laundry, and probably a little light house-keeping. Not sure what I'm doing with my evening, but I have a lot of TV shows recorded I could catch up on...
Not much else going on these days.
Kim's name appeared in an Austin friend's journal, which is really the first I've heard of her in over a year. I still feel that yank in my gut, but it passes a lot faster these days. I loved and wanted her, she stopped loving and wanting me, and it has been six years since she gave up. There isn't really anything else to say on the matter, and I try not to dwell over the scars from grieving way out of proportion to the loss. I gave up on getting any answers a long time ago, perhaps because I realized there would never be any.
I need to clean up myself and a bunch of gear from the trail work, do laundry, and probably a little light house-keeping. Not sure what I'm doing with my evening, but I have a lot of TV shows recorded I could catch up on...