My weekend...
Jun. 17th, 2002 08:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litheraFriday after work was... Well, I was riding home on the bus, reading my book. In the middle of a sentence, a word eve, I felt like someone was pulling my hair, cupping the back of my head. I look up in time to see a man hit by a car in the intersection we were approaching. Pine (or Pike) and Bellevue. That was disturbing. He was taken to the hospital, but it didn't look good. The car came out of no where and all of the other traffic had been mostly stopped. It was all around strange.
So, I stayed home on Friday, feeling a little odd, a little detatched. People shouldn't move that way.
Saturday, I went up to Bellingham. Played the superhero game some, but really just sat around and talked and hung out. Didn't get much done game-wise and that was okay. I realize now that I was going through a slight affirmation of life feeling all day long. It was a good group of people to hang out with.
Sunday, I woke up and stayed in bed for awhile. I felt a slight shaking, which I wasn't sure was my imagination or maybe just me moving or whatever. I found out this moring that we had an earthquake, though a small one. It makes sense now. Called up my Dad and we chatted for awhile. Best conversation I've had with him in quite some time. None of our conversations have ever been bad, but there has been strain to them until recently. He's a volunteer firefighter. He's in a group that lobbies for environmental causes. He plays beach volleyball and softball. He's my dad. I miss him. Went to D&D and had a good time. Wheeeee. Wish Marci could have been there, but I entirely understand. We'll have much fun next time.
So, I stayed home on Friday, feeling a little odd, a little detatched. People shouldn't move that way.
Saturday, I went up to Bellingham. Played the superhero game some, but really just sat around and talked and hung out. Didn't get much done game-wise and that was okay. I realize now that I was going through a slight affirmation of life feeling all day long. It was a good group of people to hang out with.
Sunday, I woke up and stayed in bed for awhile. I felt a slight shaking, which I wasn't sure was my imagination or maybe just me moving or whatever. I found out this moring that we had an earthquake, though a small one. It makes sense now. Called up my Dad and we chatted for awhile. Best conversation I've had with him in quite some time. None of our conversations have ever been bad, but there has been strain to them until recently. He's a volunteer firefighter. He's in a group that lobbies for environmental causes. He plays beach volleyball and softball. He's my dad. I miss him. Went to D&D and had a good time. Wheeeee. Wish Marci could have been there, but I entirely understand. We'll have much fun next time.
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Date: 2002-06-17 08:48 am (UTC)It sounds like the rest of your weekend was better, though. That's good!
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 09:14 am (UTC)Seriously though, I was in Factoria, and we didn't leave until 8:00. There was no real point to going.
But I shall be there next time!
And it will be good to see you.
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Date: 2002-06-17 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-06-17 09:44 am (UTC)Damn, I thought I was having slightly-better-than-average sex.