Monday, February 24, 2014
Journal 13, October 15, 1998 through June 1, 1999.
Almost lost track of the date. Saw a movie at the (Hamptons) Film Festival- "20 Dates." Funny. Inspiring. Especially after being sullen today. Thinking about my evening ~1 1/2 hours w/ Kelly last night, at an "Opening Party" that she was covering. How many times do I have to revisit that glitterati scene to know that it's a world totally separate from mine? How many times do I have to get together w/ Kelly to realize that our worlds are so very far apart? I like Kelly. She seems original, but I doubt my judgement. I want to be loved by a woman, but somehow feel I have to settle for what ever calls me back. Have faith in yourself man. You need to ask women out. You need to ask many women out. How will you ever know who's right for you it you sit at home, alone, waiting for Ms. Right to knock on the freakin' door. Get on with it man.
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June 1st, 1999
ReplyDeleteSitting in my seat on the plane as people continue boarding. The family reunion now past (Uncle George Page's 75th Birthday in Florida). The Page/Hassler/Hardy/Atkinson/Jones clan minus some key players: Tom, Karen and the Hawaiian Hasslers. It was good to get together with the group. As much as we're all a piece of the same family it's apparent that we all have our individual purposes in life.
It's interesting to watch situations arise during the course of a get together. The looking for boats (sailboats) under the trips to repair a tire. Bob's outings to "get a tire" quicky became understoon as boat window shopping excursions as more and more of the "guys" exited w/ each tire shopping trip.
The Westsail, "Freedom" that we noticed anchored off the beach Sunday morning after a particularly strong incoming storm. It was rocking wildly all day. A walk down the beach for a closer look coincided w/ a Coast Guard boat heading out to her. By nightfall and the midnight walk on the beach past turtle tracks from water to dune and back, Steve noticed a masthead light on shore. It was the boat that had been anchored.
Most of yesterday was filled with walks down the beach to check out the boat and learn about the circumstances that brought it, the floatsam, to shore. Terry was particularly captivated by the boat and begal to fall under its spell. He talked to the owner a couple times to find out if he'd be interested in selling. Many consultations w/ Matteus, Steve, et all about the methods for removing the boat from the beach came and went. By this morning on the ride to the airport and the lasw words in the airport, it seem that Terry my survive the onslaught of "I's" for this particular boat.