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10/14/02 - Hope everything is going well with you ... Actually, that should have been put, “Hope everything is going well with you and you had a great weekend.” Direct quote from an e-mail I received today. And the key word? Yep ... Hope. I touched on that subject today during a chat with Dr. Jones. Something about it being ... thin. I’ve been dealing with hope’s opposite, hopelessness, lately. There’s got to be a balance in there somewhere, hopefully. Here’s an piece from the book, July, July by Tim O’Brien: "The terrible thing," Jan Huebner was saying, "is that Karen was obviously the best of us. Huge heart. Full of delusions, I'll grant you, but the girl never once gave up hope." "Which is what killed her," said Amy. "Sorry?" "Hope. Lethal." You gotta have hope ... that high, apple pie in the sky, hope ... Nope. Well, I’m not sure. I’m thinking about it now. What do you really hope for me? Apple pie? I’m afraid the word hope has played itself out, kind of like the words I understand, hello and goodbye. Fortunately there’s about a billion more words left to go. I did have a good weekend, with some great elements. I was among friends, even bumped into a little meaningfulness. I enjoyed music, wine and got quite a bit of writing done. By the time Sunday evening came around I realized, regretfully almost, that there were a couple of things I hadn’t gotten to. It seemed they would have to be put off for another day. But something urged me to go on. I went ahead and weeded the planter under my living room window and planted a lavender bush there. Then, I returned a phone call. It was a call from The Artist. She said she was going to start painting soon, but if I came right over ... I wasn’t sure I had the energy to do that. But, she sounded so good, enthusiastic. I hurried over to the studio, and The Artist surprised me by asking if I’d like a glass of wine. That sounded wonderful, however, I didn’t want to infringe on her painting time. She said it was no problem. The purpose of the meeting was to make sure she knew which one of her paintings I had picked out to purchase. It seems the night I picked it, she had been, well, let’s say partying. She couldn’t remember which one it was, and she has a show coming up and didn’t want to sell it by accident. I found it for her, and yes, I was still in love with it, even more. She wants to keep the painting till after her show. That’s not a problem for me. But, I must say that I sure enjoyed standing there, admiring it. So much so that I asked if I might be able to come back and hang out, do a little writing in the studio. I was feeling very comfortable, and it had nothing to do with the wine. Just as I was about to leave, Mr. P.O.V. dropped by. How nice that was, more comfort. Well, infringement seemed no longer an issue. The three of us left the studio and headed for the Pub. There we found Lady D standing on the bar hanging halloween decorations. It was quite a sight. I’m so glad I experienced such comfort at the end of my weekend, elements of greatness. What was it that urged me on? Couldn’t have been hope, could it? |