Three days of catch-up? NFW. I must focus more on writing the book and less on daily journals. Ironically, what fuels and distracts me are these daily years of entries, capturing history and creating the present as an ongoing narrative. So, yeah, Friday was an off night, and what proceeded over the weekend is best summarized as tensions dissolving into defensive discussions, some space and mutual recognition of a reasonable resolution to resolve and evolve. To recognize boundaries, triggers, and common grounds. Other events included a Sunday morning ride with Mark through monte-sereno and into Saratoga for a bite at the Big Basin Cafe downtown. It was excellent and helpful to vent and lament the situation that had occurred. Mark was helpful in listening, relating, and counseling. It came in handy later. I ended the weekend at the Stanford Theater for "The Third Man" and "Key Largo". I discovered my new favorite seats, talked briefly to the projectionist, and got the contact info for getting involved with the foundation. I stayed through the second showing of "The Third Man" from my newly discovered seats. It was worth every minute. The popcorn consumption, however, was excessive, and it cost me the next day. 'nuff said. Saturday also saw me swapping out the buzzing switches in the Kitchen and going to Matt B's for dinner with the usual crowd, including Diana and Teri, while they're out from Minnesota (eh). That was fun and I enjoyed the dialog and banter. Seeing the 'book' he and I used to scrawl joke notes was a punch to my emotional solar (calendar) plexus. My awareness of how much time has passed. Decades. I got to revisit and recall some of our forgotten ideas, including the infamous "Kevin Collins" sketch. What a flashback that was. I spent today attending to some home and online tasks, and going to AAA and getting details all about our car insurance constraints. Lindsey came over after work and after Tommy and I had made a Costco run. She hung, and we talked for hours about marriage, family, obligation, dysfunction, intention, and the importance of attending to authoring your life story. It was a moving experience at times. It was an honest dialog between three generations. I've been in a few situations like this before, and they have always been insightfully impactful. Only now, I'm the elder. Wow. As Woody said, "The food here is awful. And such small portions"
